Reincarnated as an Elf Prince

Sera let the moment settle, a satisfied grin on her face as Cassian pushed himself up from the ground.

The class was silent, the weight of what they had just seen still lingering.

Lindarion exhaled quietly, arms crossed as he analyzed the match in his mind.

Luneth's fighting style was brutal in its efficiency.

No wasted movement. No unnecessary aggression.

Cassian?

He hesitated.

And in combat, hesitation meant defeat.

Sera Vallora clapped her hands again, snapping everyone's attention back to her.

"ALRIGHT! WHO'S NEXT?"

Her fiery gaze swept across the gathered students, lingering for a moment before her grin widened.

"YOU."

She pointed directly at Vivienne Valerian.

A fresh wave of murmurs rippled through the students.

Vivienne, who had been watching the previous fights with mild disinterest, slowly pushed herself off the wooden bench she had been sitting on.

She moved with ease, every motion precise—almost aristocratic in nature.

Unlike Jack, she didn't react to being chosen.

No arrogance. No complaints.

She simply walked forward, stepping into the ring with measured grace.

Sera turned her attention to another student, her grin turning slightly sharper.

"AND YOU'RE HER OPPONENT."

She pointed to a boy, his uniform slightly disheveled, arms crossed with an easy smirk.

'Adam Pierce.'

Lindarion's brow twitched slightly.

'So she's going to keep testing the nobles for now?'

"The Pierce family isn't as well-known as the Valerians, but they are still a high-ranking noble from Veldoria."

Cassian muttered as Lindarion turned towards him.

"A family that controls vast industries and trade routes."

'So that's how it is.'

He didn't seem like Jack, who carried his arrogance like a blade, Adam seemed to have a different kind of confidence.

The kind that came from knowing he was strong.

Vivienne glanced at him briefly, expression unreadable.

Adam chuckled, stepping forward. "Huh. Never thought I'd get the chance to beat you up princess."

Vivienne's lips curled into a faint smirk. "You can try."

Sera clapped her hands again, eyes burning with anticipation.

"RULES ARE THE SAME. NO WEAPONS, NO MAGIC. JUST TECHNIQUE."

She took a step back, arms folded.

"BEGIN."

Adam moved first.

He was big, but he wasn't slow.

His stance was aggressive, forward-leaning, clearly favoring raw strength over speed.

He stepped in, throwing a powerful straight punch toward Vivienne's chest.

Lindarion's eyes narrowed slightly.

Too predictable.

Vivienne didn't react immediately.

Then—

At the last second, she shifted.

Not dodging. Redirecting.

Her fingers barely grazed Adam's wrist, guiding his strike just inches off course—

And in the same motion, she stepped into his space, her elbow snapping toward his exposed side.

Adam grunted, twisting just enough to absorb the impact with his shoulder—

Before immediately retaliating with a sweeping hook aimed at her jaw.

Vivienne leaned back, the punch missing by a hair's breadth.

A sharp exhale left her lips.

She was calculating. Precise.

Unlike Luneth, who fought like a phantom, Vivienne fought like a duelist.

She wasn't looking to overwhelm.

She was looking to exploit weaknesses.

Adam grinned, shaking out his arm. "You're quick."

Vivienne's smirk didn't fade.

"You're sloppy."

Adam's eye twitched.

And then—

He stopped playing around.

Breaking the Stalemate

Adam lunged in again, but this time, it wasn't just a straightforward attack.

He feinted left—then twisted his body mid-motion, launching a sharp knee toward Vivienne's stomach.

Lindarion's gaze sharpened slightly.

That was better.

Vivienne's eyes flickered with mild surprise.

She moved to block—

But Adam expected that.

At the last second, he twisted his momentum, using his weight to force both of them into close-quarters.

Vivienne's foot dragged slightly against the sand.

Her balance—momentarily off.

Adam's grin widened. "Got y—"

Vivienne exhaled.

And then—

She dropped.

Not in retreat.

In control.

She let gravity take her just low enough to avoid Adam's follow-up strike—

Then twisted, sweeping her leg out hard.

Adam's footing vanished.

His eyes widened as his body tilted—

Before he crashed onto his back.

Silence.

Then—

Sera grinned.

"WELL, DAMN. THAT WAS PRETTY."

Adam groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "…I hate fighting people like you."

Vivienne smoothed her uniform. "I know."

Sera let out a booming laugh.

"ALRIGHT, GET UP. GOOD WORK, BOTH OF YOU."

Lindarion watched the entire thing, arms still folded.

It had been a closer fight than expected.

Adam was stronger.

Vivienne was sharper.

But in the end?

Precision beat power.

Cassian exhaled next to him. "She's… kind of terrifying."

Lindarion hummed. "She knows what she's doing."

Lindarion tilted his head slightly.

'It was a good fight.'

Vivienne dusted off her sleeve, barely winded, while Adam pulled himself up with a muttered curse.

Sera smirked, rolling her shoulders as she addressed them. "Not bad. Smart footwork. Good use of momentum. Could've pressed harder, but clean execution."

Vivienne simply adjusted her collar. "I know."

Adam let out a sharp breath, rubbing his neck. "Arrogant."

"Accurate," she corrected smoothly.

Lindarion watched the exchange, arms crossed. That had been an interesting match. Adam had strength, but Vivienne had technique. She didn't overpower—she controlled. Calculated. Precise. She waited for the right moment, then struck.

A true noble's way of fighting.

Sera turned back to the class. "Alright, next pair—"

"Wait professor."

The word was soft but carried weight.

'What is she planning..?'

Lindarion blinked once, shifting his gaze.

Vivienne had stepped forward slightly, her sharp blue eyes settling on him.

"I want to fight Lindarion next."

'What the fuck?'

The class went still as Lindarion's face twitched.

A few whispers broke out, students glancing between the two.

Sera raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? You got a reason, or just looking for a challenge?"

Vivienne didn't hesitate. "I want to see what he's capable of."

Lindarion exhaled.

'Of course.'

He should've seen this coming.

She didn't seem like the type to let anything unknown stay unknown.

Before Sera could respond—

Another voice cut in.

"Not yet…"

The statement was quiet, but undeniable.

Lindarion's gaze flicked sideways.

Luneth had stood up.

Her posture was relaxed but unshakable, dark eyes unreadable as she looked at Vivienne.

A shift rippled through the students.

Vivienne turned to face her, head tilting slightly. "Oh?"

Luneth didn't blink.

"If you want to challenge Lindarion," she said, voice calm, "then beat me first."

The reaction was immediate.

A low murmur spread through the gathered students, some whispering to one another.

'Alright…what the hell is going on?'

Lindarion narrowed his eyes slightly.

Luneth wasn't the type to seek fights without reason.

So why—

He just couldn't understand why she would do that.

Could she be testing Vivienne? He didn't know.

He knew that Luneth had watched Vivienne's fight with Adam. Perhaps even analyzed her movements.

But so what?

'I'm so clueless.'

Did she want to see if Vivienne was even worth his time..?

Vivienne studied Luneth for a long moment.

Then—she smiled.

It wasn't mocking. It wasn't cruel.

It was a smile of interest.

"I see," she murmured. "Very well. I will fight you then."

'Why did she even agree to this?'

Lindarion shook his head as Sera's grin returned instantly. "WELL, DAMN. NOW THIS IS GETTING FUN."

She gestured toward the sparring circle. "BOTH OF YOU. IN THE RING. NOW."

Neither hesitated, not even for a second.

Luneth stepped forward with silent, fluid movements, her presence like a shadow slipping into place.

Vivienne followed, just as composed.

But Lindarion just remained perfectly still…still shocked by the whole turn of events.

He crossed his arms, watching as Luneth and Vivienne stepped into the sparring ring.

'At Least it's going to be interesting.'

Two fighters with completely different presences.

Vivienne, calm and deliberate, her every movement measured—not a single wasted motion.

Luneth, silent and unreadable, moving with a kind of effortless stillness, like a phantom deciding whether to exist at all.

The other students shifted, murmuring among themselves.

They had seen Luneth fight earlier, but she hadn't needed to try against Cassian.

Now?

Now they were about to see what happened when she faced someone actually worth her time.

Sera's grin was wide, sharp. "ALRIGHT, SAME RULES."

She took a step back, her arms crossed, anticipation burning in her fiery eyes.

"BEGIN."

Neither of them moved immediately.

No reckless lunges. No testing jabs.

Just a long, stretching silence.

Then—

Vivienne stepped in first.

Fast. Not aggressive, not hesitant—just precise.

A clean, direct strike toward Luneth's center. No unnecessary flourishes.

Luneth tilted slightly, her body shifting just enough for the attack to slip past her by a breath.

No blocking.

No counter.

Just completely avoiding the strike. Like it couldn't even bother her.

Vivienne adjusted immediately, twisting into a second strike.

Another miss.

A third. A fourth. Hit after hit follow as Luneth kept dodging.

Every time, Luneth barely moved at all.

Her footwork was impossibly light, like she wasn't even touching the ground, it completely amazed Lindarion.

'She might have better footwork than me..'

He exhaled through his nose.

But she wasn't fighting back. Not yet.

She was just watching. Calculating every movement and event that could happen.

Vivienne noticed it too.

Her movements became sharper, forcing Luneth into a tighter space, restricting her options.

Finally—

Luneth stepped in.

Not fast or sudden at all. Just a clean movement. A clean, precise strike.

It was completely unavoidable.

Vivienne reacted instantly, shifting her weight to counter—

But it didn't matter.

Luneth's fingers brushed past her guard, slipping against her wrist—

And in the next breath, Vivienne was off-balance.

Not thrown. Not struck.

Just—moved.

Her footing faltered, her stance breaking just slightly.

'Isn't Luneth kind of a monster…? What the hell?'

Lindarion tilted his head.

Vivienne stepped back smoothly, fixing her stance, her eyes flickering with something new.

Luneth simply stared, her posture completely unbothered.

Another pause.

Then Vivienne exhaled softly.

"…I see."

She stepped in again—faster this time.

Her style was different now.

No more head on approaches.

She adjusted. Adapted to Luneth.

Her attacks came from new angles, shifting before impact, forcing Luneth to react differently.

And for the first time—

Luneth had to move more.

Not by much.

But it was enough.

Vivienne pressed harder. A feint. A shift. A sudden reversal in momentum, she tried everything in her power to win.

She was fast. Smooth. Sharp.

Everyone stared at her movements, the tension palpable in the air.

And then—

Luneth's expression changed.

Barely. It wasn't noticeable to most. However, Lindarion noticed it.

'Am I dreaming?'

A shift in her gaze. A flicker of something, like she was amused.

Vivienne threw another strike—

And this time, Luneth caught it.

Not with force.

With effortless control.

Her fingers curled around Vivienne's wrist just before impact, halting it mid-motion.

For a single, frozen second, neither of them moved.

Then—

Luneth twisted.

Not hard. Not violently. But precisely.

With enough precision to mess up Vivienne's entire stance.

Vivienne's balance broke completely from the movement.

Luneth pulled her arms forward in a single motion, sweeping her legs out.

Vivienne managed to recover immediately after falling, standing up and stepping back before Luneth could follow up—

But she knew.

Everyone knew.

'That was a clean loss.'

Silence hung in the air as Lindarion's thoughts burned.

Vivienne straightened, adjusting her uniform as Luneth stepped back.

Then—Vivienne smiled.

"…Interesting."

Lindarion narrowed his eyes slightly.

She didn't seem frustrated.

Nor was she annoyed.

She was intrigued.

Sera let out a sharp laugh.

"WELL, DAMN. NOW THAT WAS A FIGHT. I BELIEVE IT'S ENOUGH."

She clapped her hands once, turning to the rest of the class.

"LESSON FOR YOU ALL—SOMETIMES WINNING A FIGHT ISN'T ABOUT HITTING HARDER. IT'S ABOUT NEVER GIVING YOUR OPPONENT THE CHANCE TO HIT AT ALL."

Her gaze flicked between Luneth and Vivienne, eyes burning with interest.

"GOOD WORK. BOTH OF YOU."

Luneth simply nodded.

Vivienne exhaled, brushing a stray hair from her face.

Then—she walked back towards the students and turned back to Lindarion.

Her gaze met his.

Her smirk returned.

"…Next time," she murmured, voice quiet but certain, "I'll fight you instead."

Lindarion sighed internally.

'Why does she seem so obsessed with fighting me?'

He nodded silently, after that Luneth walked up next to him and Cassian.

"G-Good fight!"

Cassian muttered as he stared at the ground and Luneth just nodded and turned towards Lindarion.

"It was a good fight."

Lindarion's words echoed in her ears as she quickly cleared her throat and nodded silently.