Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 67: Questions

A heavy silence filled the classroom.

Even after Professor Fausten's final words had settled, even after the weight of his lesson had sunk into the minds of the students, no one moved.

For a moment, it was as if the entire class was still processing.

Then—

The bell rang.

Like a sudden snap back to reality, students began to stir. The tension broke, and the usual shuffle of chairs, the rustling of papers, and the murmur of quiet conversations filled the room.

Some students stretched, others rubbed their arms, as if trying to shake off the heaviness of what they had just learned.

'This was some heavy information..'

Lindarion didn't move right away.

His gaze lingered on the map at the front of the classroom, his mind turning over everything he had just learned.

Elarion.

A kingdom that looked stable from the outside.

But beneath the surface?

It seemed to be on the edge of breaking.

He exhaled slowly.

Cassian nudged him slightly, nodding toward the door. "Are y-you coming?"

Lindarion blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts.

"You two go ahead," he said. "I have some questions."

Cassian hesitated for a second, then nodded.

"Alright. Don't take too long, we'll wait outside," he said before heading toward the door.

Luneth didn't comment. She simply glanced at him, unreadable as ever, before following Cassian out.

Lindarion waited until the rest of the students had filtered out of the room before he stood, making his way toward the front desk.

Professor Fausten was already gathering his notes, sorting through his scrolls with deliberate, careful movements.

He didn't seem surprised when Lindarion approached.

"What can I help you with student Lindarion?"

Lindarion slowly walked forward. "I have a few questions, professor."

Professor Fausten set down his quill and leaned back slightly. "Go on then."

Lindarion's gaze flicked briefly to the map before returning to the professor.

"Velmora," he started. "You said its warriors are… restless."

Fausten nodded. "Yes."

"If they're so dangerous and restless without war," Lindarion continued, "then why hasn't the King done something to control them?"

The professor gave him a long, measured look.

Then, after a brief pause, he chuckled.

Lindarion's brow furrowed.

"You think controlling Velmora is as simple as giving an order?" Fausten said, shaking his head.

"Velmora is the backbone of Elarion's military. The High King relies on their strength."

A pause.

Then, in a quieter voice—

"But he also fears it."

Lindarion's fingers tapped idly against the desk.

So even Leonhardt Valerian—the man who ruled over the entire continent, seemed to not have control over everything.

'Interesting.'

"And Veldoria?" Lindarion asked next.

"You said it's vulnerable. That it doesn't have its own power."

Fausten nodded. "Veldoria is the heart of the kingdom's economy, but it produces nothing of its own. Its wealth comes from trade, alliances, and taxation."

His voice lowered slightly.

"It thrives only so long as the other two territories allow it to."

Lindarion absorbed that in silence.

If Caldris and Velmora ever turned on the High King…

'Would there even be a kingdom left?'

His mind was racing now.

The more he learned, the more fragile Elarion seemed.

And the more he wondered…

How long did Leonhardt Valerian really think he could hold it all together? Ruling over an entire continent was an insane amount of responsibility, not to mention the amount of details you have to pay attention to.

Lindarion glanced at the last marked territory on the map.

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Caldris.

The most isolated. The most independent.

The one place that seemed untouched by the kingdom's power struggles.

"If Caldris doesn't need the kingdom," Lindarion asked slowly, "then why haven't they left already?"

Professor Fausten was silent for a moment.

Then, finally, he said—

"Because Caldris is patient."

Lindarion's brows furrowed slightly.

Fausten picked up his chalk again, tapping the frozen northern region of the map.

"They have everything they need to survive on their own," he admitted. "But they haven't left. Not yet."

A pause.

"Because they are waiting."

Lindarion's stomach tightened slightly.

"…Waiting for what?"

The professor set his chalk down again, looking him in the eye.

"That is all I can tell you, young student."

Silence stretched between them.

Lindarion didn't speak..

Professor Fausten exhaled softly, then motioned toward the door.

"You should go," he said. "Your next class won't wait for you. I already said too much, student Lindarion. Only because you are that old bastard's disciple."

'Old bastard? Oh…'

Lindarion slowly realized what he meant. He was talking about Thalorin..

'So the old man told him.'

Lindarion hesitated then shook his head.

There were still more questions.

But he knew better than to push too far.

"Thank you for your help professor."

So, with one last glance at the map—

He turned and left.

—

Lindarion stepped out of the classroom, the door creaking shut behind him.

The hallway was quieter than before. Most students had already moved on, their conversations fading into the distance.

But two familiar figures waited just ahead.

Cassian and Luneth.

Luneth stood with her arms crossed, expression unreadable as always, while Cassian looked mildly impatient.

"You took your time," Cassian muttered.

Lindarion ignored him. His mind was still turning over everything he had just learned.

The three territories of Elarion.

Velmora—the warrior's land.

Veldoria—the kingdom's wealth.

Caldris—the untouchable land.

And above them all, Leonhardt Valerian.

A king who wasn't as untouchable as he seemed.

A kingdom on the edge of breaking.

Cassian's gaze flicked toward him. "You actually had questions about that class?"

Lindarion exhaled through his nose. "Yeah."

Cassian raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

Lindarion glanced down the hallway, then back at them.

"…I just asked some questions about the continent."

Cassian looked confused. Luneth's eyes narrowed slightly.

Before either of them could push further, the distant clang of steel echoed through the halls.

Lindarion blinked.

Cassian straightened slightly. "That's the next class. Basic hand to hand combat."

Lindarion's gaze flickered to him. "Basic hand-to-hand combat?"

Cassian nodded. "Yeah. The first physical training session for first-years."

Lindarion exhaled slowly.

'Right…how does he even know all of this?'

His mind was still filled with maps, with politics, with Fausten's quiet warning.

But now?

It seemed he was about to get a different kind of lesson.

Without another word, he started walking after Cassian's lead whilst Luneth followed next to him.

—

The closer they got to the training grounds, the louder the noise became.

The distant clang of metal, the sharp barks of commands, the rhythmic thuds of fists meeting flesh.

It was a completely different energy from the previous class. Very different. This wasn't going to be just theory and knowledge.

Lindarion could already tell.

The three of them stepped through the wide-open archway leading into the training grounds.

The space was massive.

Unlike the enclosed lecture halls, this area was an open courtyard, lined with sand and hardened stone. The sky stretched wide overhead, the air thick with the scent of sweat, steel, and earth.

Rows of students were already gathered, some stretching, others wrapping their hands in preparation.

And at the center of it all—

A presence. An overwhelming one at that.

'What the hell.'

Lindarion's eyes flicked toward the towering figure standing near the front.

A woman.

But not just any woman.

She was huge.

Not just tall, but built—muscles packed onto her frame like she had been carved straight from solid stone.

Her vibrant red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few wild strands falling across her sharp, battle-hardened face.

Her arms were crossed, exposing scarred, powerful forearms.

And then there were her eyes.

Fiery red.

Burning. Like a hellfire.

Like they could see straight through you and would enjoy breaking every bone in your body just to prove a point…it was scary.

Lindarion didn't need to be told.

This was the instructor.

Cassian shifted slightly, his voice trembling."T-That's…"

Before he could finish—

"ALRIGHT, YOU USELESS EXCUSES FOR STUDENTS!"

The voice BOOMED across the entire courtyard like a war horn blasting before battle.

A few students visibly flinched.

'God damn she's loud.'

Lindarion did not flinch but was annoyed already instead.

The red-haired woman grinned, stepping forward with all the grace of a battle-hardened warlord.

"WELCOME TO BASIC HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT! IF YOU THINK THIS CLASS IS OPTIONAL, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REGRET IT!"

Her voice was raw power, filled with the same unyielding intensity as a battlefield.

Lindarion had no doubt that if someone tried to walk out, she'd personally drag them back and beat them into the dirt for even considering it.

She stopped in front of the class, rolling her shoulders as if she was already preparing to fight someone.

"NAME'S SERA VALLORA!" she barked. "AND I'M HERE TO TURN YOU LOT INTO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T CRUMBLE UNDER PRESSURE LIKE A DAMN ROTTEN FRUIT."

A few students shifted nervously.

Sera's grin widened.

"OH, YOU LOOK NERVOUS." She cracked her knuckles. "GOOD. YOU SHOULD BE."

Lindarion arched an eyebrow.

'This… might actually be interesting instead of annoying.'