[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated as an Elf Prince",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},267629,538,"Chapter 100 100: Training Day","reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>The third-year elf—still standing perfectly upright with one fist pressed to his chest—did not blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Am I supposed to knight him or something?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few students down the path had paused to gawk. One girl near the stairwell was whispering into her friend's ear. A small group of second-years exchanged sharp glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion cleared his throat. \"You can stop that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf blinked once. \"Your Highness?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't call me that,\" Lindarion muttered. \"And stop saluting. It's weird.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf looked confused. Then bowed lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, Prince.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Oh, we're going to need a full reset on this one.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion sighed. \"Do you want something, or did you just come here to scare half the hallway?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf straightened again, very slowly. \"I was instructed to offer my assistance should you ever require a sparring partner, a guide, or a second in a formal duel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…By who?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"House Ardran of the Eastern Line,\" the elf said proudly. \"We owe your house a blood-debt, and it is my family's honor to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay,\" Lindarion interrupted. \"I get it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf blinked. \"Do you wish to duel me now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Please go do something else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Your—yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf gave a stiff bow, pivoted on his heel, and marched off like he was returning from war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stood still for another few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then finally muttered, \"What the hell was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his collar, shook off the stares, and kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone yard to the hand to hand combat class was wide, flat, and unforgiving—like the rest of Sera's personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the others were already there, scattered in uneven groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian was stretching with exaggerated groans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara had her sleeves rolled up like she'd come looking for a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valen was sitting cross-legged in the corner, letting the wind ruffle his hair like it owed him something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luneth stood alone, arms crossed, gaze unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there was Jack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't acknowledge him. He didn't need to. Jack had that kind of presence—loud without speaking, smug without smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Maybe if I ignore him hard enough, he'll combust or something.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera arrived in the middle of a shouted laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, you soft-fingered spell flingers!\" she boomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is basic combat. That means no spells, no threads, no mana flexing—nothing. Just bones, breath, and bruises. If you've got a pretty face, say goodbye to it again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian raised a hand. \"Do we get insurance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do I look like a healer to you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian put the hand down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera clapped her hands once. The sound cracked like a whip. \"Pair off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Again..'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Jack was already walking toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Oh, for the love of—'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack stopped a few feet away. Arms loose. Not a smile, not a word. Just that insufferable, permanent I-know-something-you-don't look on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not interested,\" Lindarion said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not my type,\" Jack replied coolly. \"But you're the strongest in the room. Unfortunately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera glanced over. \"You two? Fine. Try not to kill each other.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can't make promises,\" Jack murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped into the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bow. No greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Let's get this over with.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No jab. No test. Just a straight punch to the throat—sharp and fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion ducked, swept left, and jabbed a knuckle into Jack's side. The hit landed, but Jack didn't flinch. He just twisted into a rising elbow that nearly clipped Lindarion's chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They broke apart. Reset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, the others had mostly stopped fighting. Watching now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack stepped forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean footwork. Crisp strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He still isn't bad.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lindarion saw the pattern immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step Jack made had intention—but no unpredictability. He was skilled, precise, talented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wanted to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't care about this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted Jack to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion sidestepped another punch, pivoted smoothly, and slammed a palm into Jack's shoulder, sending him stumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack recovered fast—but his smirk was gone now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still playing defensive,\" he said under his breath. \"You ever going to hit like you mean it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't need to,\" Lindarion replied. \"You're doing a fine job embarrassing yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low feint, followed by a high knee meant to disorient. Lindarion turned with it, caught Jack's leg mid-air, and shoved upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack flipped—clean, almost graceful—and landed hard on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dust kicked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't offer a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera's voice cracked across the field. \"Point. Sunblade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack lay there, teeth clenched, staring up at the sky like it had insulted him personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion turned away without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just before he stepped out of the circle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're lucky I like the rules of this place,\" Jack muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion paused. Glanced back over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" he said. \"You're lucky I'm letting you walk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the others resumed sparring, Lindarion stood near the edge of the yard, arms crossed, ignoring the occasional glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elara was arguing with Vivienne about form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cassian was dragging Nikolai through an overly dramatic retelling of his last fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valen and Rowan were both bleeding from the lip and not talking about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jack?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack was standing off to the side, jaw tense, wiping dust from his sleeves like it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera barked from the center of the yard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tomorrow—group duels. Three on three. And yes, you'll be able to use mana, but if you channel like an idiot, I'll break your fingers myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Just another day in paradise.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stepped through the double-arched threshold into the third-year threading chamber and felt the shift immediately—like slipping into a pool with no ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were already a bunch of students scattered throughout the room, but no one spoke. Not to him. Barely to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence was the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleek polished stone underfoot. A wide, empty training platform at the center. No instruction posted. No warm-up drills. Just dummies—more advanced than the ones first-years trained with. These weren't practice models.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were calibrated for pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Guess this is the part where they pretend not to stare.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't. Not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he felt it all the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third-years leaned on walls, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some pretended he wasn't even there. Others glanced, blinked once, and returned to their thoughts like he'd already been evaluated and shelved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one person gave him a second look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy from last time. Tall, way sharper now. Nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion returned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Third-year threading enhancement,\" a voice barked from the far entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructor Kaelen strode in, expression flat as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His coat was half-unbuttoned, and the left glove of his glowed faintly—already activating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't stop walking as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pairs today. No formations. No mana shields. Thread only. If your construct ruptures, you pay the cost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That got a few twitches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen's gaze swept the room. Passed over everyone. Landed on Lindarion—and didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sunblade. With me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Why me?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs. Soft, sharp, and immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen didn't give them time to linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode to the center platform and flicked his fingers once. A high-grade dummy shimmered into shape beside him—sleek black plating, dense runic inlays carved into its chest and limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A single-thread command,\" Kaelen said, voice even. \"No affinities. Just show me your control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stepped forward, palms loose at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana pulsed once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threading was different here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ambient pressure, the watching eyes, the tension of being too young in a room of those who hated reminders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Good.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He liked it better this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thread spun from his fingers—fine, bright, shimmering like a hairline fracture in space—and lashed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To rewrite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looped the thread once through the dummy's center, and twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It paused. Locked. Then shuddered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen's eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dummy began to twitch—subtle shifts in its joints as if its own balance system had been confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then its right arm dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Useless. Deadweight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion's thread retracted cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen didn't speak for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, simply he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the session blurred into strain and repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen gave no praise. Just sharp commands and impossible corrections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third-years rotated partners. Some of them were good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most weren't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion wasn't tested much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he noticed the way their attempts at threading always pulled a fraction wide. How their control slipped the moment Kaelen increased ambient pressure in the chamber. How they all overused elemental syncs to stabilize their constructs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never said anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Kaelen summoned the final test dummy—a tier-three reactive model designed to counter threading attempts in real time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thread moved once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the dummy collapsed inward—like its joints had forgotten they were meant to be solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen stared at the result for a full three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned away without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tension in the room shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they looked at Lindarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the third-years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Darius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no longer the first-year who had been placed here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Finally.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the first-year who belonged here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped his gloves back on, adjusted the hem of his collar, and walked out of the threading chamber before anyone had a chance to try speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he was past the threshold, the weight in the air lessened. Only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Kaelen didn't say a word. Which means I did something right. Or very wrong.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't particularly care which.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor outside was cooler, quieter. He could feel his mana beginning to settle again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thread was still tingling faintly beneath his skin, like it hadn't quite let go of the construct it'd dismantled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Should probably check for strain later. But…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flexed his fingers once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Doesn't feel like strain.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something else. A shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in power. Not in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just as a skilled first-year. Not as a noble. Not as a Sunblade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the academy didn't forget problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Great. That'll be fun.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rounded the corner toward the outer hall—and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde elf was there again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against a pillar like a statue, arms crossed. Not in armor this time, but something close—a sleeveless training tunic, silver trim, the mark of the Eastern Line stitched into the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression lit up like a sunrise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Highness,\" he greeted, straightening immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I told you to stop that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only bowed slightly this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn't bow. You beamed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf grinned unapologetically. \"Was it too much?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's always too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf stepped forward. \"I saw what you did in the chamber.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I figured. I felt you watching.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf didn't deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered a sharp nod instead, like a soldier affirming a mission's success. \"I've studied that tier-three dummy myself. Took me four separate attempts to disable the arm. You did it in one motion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lucky thread.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was not luck,\" he said firmly. \"That was royalty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion pinched the bridge of his nose. \"Please don't say things like that in public.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf cleared his throat. \"Forgive me. I am Cael'arion of House Ardran. I forgot to introduce myself earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I noticed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've been tasked with observing you discreetly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not what discreet means.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael'arion looked genuinely baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I not being discreet now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion blinked slowly. \"…You greeted me by shouting my full name and title in the middle of the hall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael'arion's ears drooped slightly. \"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Would now be a good time to offer myself as your training partner again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What about your second in duels?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael'arion's expression fell just a fraction. \"Then perhaps I could at least escort you back to your dormitory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're trying to turn this into a knighthood quest, aren't you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Cael'arion said, straight-faced. \"I've already accepted that quest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason… he didn't walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he started walking toward the archway. After three steps, he glanced sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael'arion was walking beside him, perfectly in step. Not hovering. Not talking. Just there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did mutter, \"If you ever start calling me 'my liege,' I'm threading your mouth shut.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael'arion smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, Prince.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn't correct him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>",2075,"2026-05-29T17:03:12.824Z","2026-06-01T04:29:47.183Z",1,"novelbin.me","8478b951042c9523facd81f291d3c0061bc41bd93aaaa841581a14974344a8a8","reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-101","reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-99",564,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-cover.jpg"]