Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 65: Bunch of Bullies

Nyx let the silence stretch, watching the students absorb the information.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she snapped her fingers.

A faint ripple spread through the room—a pulse of mana, unseen but deeply felt.

Some students stiffened, others flinched. Cassian’s fingers twitched against his sleeve. Even Luneth’s gaze flickered slightly.

Lindarion? He simply narrowed his eyes.

’She’s demonstrating something.’

Nyx smiled slightly, the faintest spark of amusement in her green eyes.

"Right now," she said, her voice smooth and effortless, "I’m using Passive Circulation—barely any effort, barely any strain. But even this…"

She shifted slightly, and the faint pulse of mana grew denser, wrapping around her form like an invisible shroud. "Is enough to make you aware of me."

The room was silent.

Then—

The air itself shifted.

Before anyone could react, Nyx vanished.

Lindarion’s instincts screamed at him, his body tensing, but before he could track her movements—

She was behind them.

Not a sound. Not a single flicker of movement before she reappeared at the back of the room, arms crossed lazily.

A few students audibly sucked in a breath.

"This…" Nyx continued, unbothered, "is Controlled Circulation."

Lindarion exhaled slowly.

’She moved that fast… without even using magic properly to boost her speed?’

Nyx turned back to the class, walking toward the front once more.

"Those of you who can’t even sense where I moved?" She smiled. "You would’ve been dead already."

Silence.

Then she tapped the board one final time.

"I expect all of you to begin practicing these techniques today. You will not progress far in this academy without them."

She dusted off her hands, as if she were finished.

And then, as if the entire room had been waiting for it—

The bell rang.

The tension cracked. Students exhaled, some rubbing their arms, others stretching out the stiffness in their shoulders. Conversations immediately started bubbling up.

Lindarion remained seated for a moment.

He didn’t like to admit it, but… that had been impressive.

She hadn’t just given them a lecture. She had shown them, in real time, what a difference circulation mastery could make.

And from the looks on the other students’ faces?

Some of them were only now realizing just how far the gap between them and a real mage was.

Luneth stood, adjusting her uniform. Cassian exhaled beside him, still looking deep in thought, before finally pushing himself up.

"That was… something," Cassian muttered.

Lindarion didn’t respond, still lost in his own thoughts.

Then—

As he finally stood and followed Luneth toward the door, he felt it.

A familiar, irritating presence.

His shoulders stiffened.

’You’ve got to be kidding me.’

The moment Lindarion stepped outside the classroom, he saw them.

A group of third-years—the same ones from earlier.

Leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, their expressions just barely masking their annoyance.

And standing in front of them?

Nathaniel Veyre.

The silver-haired second-year had his smirk in place, his sharp eyes practically radiating amusement as he looked Lindarion over.

"Well, well," Nathaniel mused, his voice perfectly casual. "It looks like you’ve had an interesting lesson."

Lindarion exhaled through his nose.

’Great.’

Because this was exactly what he needed after class.

Lindarion didn’t stop walking. Didn’t pause. Didn’t even acknowledge them at first.

But the second he tried to pass—

One of the third-years stepped into his path.

Auburn hair. Smug expression. The same idiot from before.

"Well," the guy sneered, crossing his arms. "Look who finally decided to come out."

Lindarion stared at him blankly.

Then turned to Nathaniel.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" he asked, voice flat.

Nathaniel’s smirk widened. "Joke? No, no. This is just… a friendly follow-up."

Lindarion’s gaze flickered toward the third-years.

’Right. Friendly.’

He could already feel their hostility, even if they weren’t stupid enough to act on it yet.

Cassian and Luneth stepped up beside him, silent but watchful. Cassian looked nervous. Luneth? Completely unreadable, like always.

Lindarion sighed.

"So what?" he asked, crossing his arms. "You all waited here just to glare at me?"

The third-years stiffened slightly at his tone.

Nathaniel chuckled, slow and easy. "Not quite. But I figured we should have a conversation."

"Oh? Again?" Lindarion deadpanned. "Because last time me and them had a conversation, I recall them trembling on the ground."

The auburn-haired third-year’s jaw twitched at Lindarion’s words.

For a second, just a flicker of a second, Lindarion could see the frustration in his eyes—the memory of being forced to his knees under the weight of Lindarion’s aura.

’It seems like he didn’t like that. Good.’

Nathaniel, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. Amused, even.

"You’re sharp," Nathaniel said, voice casual. "I like that."

Lindarion gave him a deadpan look. "I don’t care."

Nathaniel let out a soft chuckle. "You will."

Lindarion’s patience thinned.

He wasn’t in the mood for games. If they were going to try something, they needed to get on with it. Otherwise—

He’d leave.

Nathaniel tilted his head slightly. "The way you handled them earlier? Impressive. You didn’t even lift a hand, and yet…" His eyes flicked toward the third-years. "It seems they still haven’t quite recovered."

One of the other third-years—the blond one—visibly tensed.

Lindarion glanced at them, unimpressed. "I thought we were done here."

"You thought," Nathaniel echoed, smile sharp. "But that’s where you’re mistaken."

’Isn’t this a little too cliché..?’

His gaze locked onto Lindarion’s, his usual amusement still there—but there was something else beneath it now.

Something calculated.

"You made an impression," Nathaniel continued, "and now, people are watching."

Lindarion’s fingers twitched slightly.

He didn’t like where this was going.

Nathaniel took a slow step forward, closing the space between them ever so slightly. Not enough to be threatening, but just enough to test the waters.

"You see, this academy runs on more than just talent," Nathaniel murmured. "It runs on alliances."

He gave a small, knowing smirk.

"And right now? You don’t have any."

Lindarion didn’t move. Didn’t react.

Nathaniel waited.

And when it was clear Lindarion wasn’t going to respond the way he wanted, he let out a small breath, shaking his head slightly.

"Just a thought," he mused, stepping back. "I’d hate to see someone with potential make the wrong kind of enemies."

Nathaniel continued to strengthen his aura as Luneth took a step next to Lindarion.

Lindarion exhaled slowly.

’There it is. At least he’s revealing his cards now.’

The real reason behind this little meeting.

A warning. A test of some sort.

’For what though, I don’t want to join his little gang games…’

He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t even react…not even the tiniest bit.

Nathaniel was waiting for something—expecting something.

A response. A hesitation. A sign that his words had landed.

But Lindarion just stared.

Unbothered. Clearly unimpressed about the whole situation.

Then—he exhaled.

And in that breath, something shifted.

The air grew dense. Heavy. Suffocating.

The third-years stiffened.

Their bodies locked up, muscles coiling like they were preparing for an unseen attack. One of them—a blond—shuddered, his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Lindarion hadn’t moved.

Hadn’t raised a hand.

Hadn’t said a single word.

But his aura—

It pressed down on them.

Like an unseen weight, curling around their limbs, sinking into their bones, making it feel like the very space around them had turned against them. Their legs began to tremble as they all stared at Lindarion, including Luneth and Cassian.

One of them inhaled sharply.

The auburn-haired one clenched his fists.

The blond took a half-step back—instinct, self-preservation kicking in before he could stop himself.

Lindarion’s expression never changed.

But his voice?

Low. Cold. Absolute.

"I don’t care though."

Nathaniel’s smirk didn’t fade—but his fingers twitched.

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He felt it too.

He wasn’t trembling, wasn’t panicking like the others—but he noticed.

He noticed, and for the first time, Lindarion saw something new in his gaze.

A flicker of something beneath the amusement.

Something sharper.

Something calculating.

’Is he just all talk?’

Lindarion stepped forward. Just one step.

Nathaniel didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

But the third-years?

They did.

Their legs trembling like little rats waiting to be hunted down.

And Lindarion saw it.

All of it.

He let the silence drag. Let the weight of his presence settle. Let them feel it.

Then, finally—he pulled back.

The air lightened. The invisible weight lifted.

The third-years exhaled, shoulders sagging just slightly.

Nathaniel’s smirk returned, but this time?

It looked extremely forced.

Lindarion tilted his head slightly, voice smooth, uninterested.

"Are we done here?"

Nathaniel studied him for a long moment.

Then—

He laughed.

Soft. Amused. Almost genuine laughter left his lips as he stared.

He ran a hand through his silver hair, shaking his head slightly.

"Well," he mused, his tone light. "That’s an answer I guess. Let’s see how long your arrogance lasts."

Then, with a final glance at Lindarion—sharp, knowing—he turned on his heel and walked away.

The third-years hesitated.

Then, one by one, they followed.

Even after they disappeared down the hall, the tension still lingered.

Cassian finally exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"…That was extremely uncomfortable..."

He muttered quietly as he looked at Lindarion.

’He looks scared…’

Lindarion looked at Cassian then turned to Luneth who said nothing…as usual.

But her gaze flicked to Lindarion.

Studying. Calculating. Almost analyzing him.

Like she had just confirmed something.

Lindarion ignored it.

He had other things to think about.

Nathaniel hadn’t come here just to gloat.

He had been testing him. For his own reasons.

’I can’t just upright attack them when they are provoking me, I need to wait until they make the first move..’

He wouldn’t need to make the first move. They would come to him eventually.

And when they did—

He’d make sure it was their last mistake.

’Fuck, what’s our next class anyways..’

Rubbing his temples he looked at Cassian who just stared back innocently.

"What’s our next class for today..?"

Lindarion’s voice came out softer than intended as he stared at Cassian.

"I-It’s Geography."

"…"

Cassian’s answer left Lindarion speechless as Luneth patted his back.

’Why is she doing that..’