Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 135: New Comrade (1)

The sword looked right at his side. Not like a trophy. Like a tool finally back in a hand that might deserve it.

Lira watched from the far end of the room. Her posture stayed loose. Arms folded. One boot pressed to the stone with just enough pressure to feel the cold through the sole.

She didn't speak.

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Lindarion glanced at the sword again. Then his fingers tapped the grip once, as if testing if it would speak back.

'Good instincts,' she thought. 'Careful ones.'

Ardan moved toward the door. Not rushed. Just alert.

He made it look casual. Like nothing surprised him. Like nothing would.

That alone made Lira watch harder.

She stepped away from the wall.

The air near the door was sharper now. The wind had turned. She could smell it. Something metallic in the current. Not blood. Not frost. Just edge.

Ardan pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulder, stepped outside, and let the flap fall shut behind him.

Lira's eyes narrowed.

He hadn't said anything.

Not even a glance.

She crossed the room slowly, silent. No one noticed.

Ren and Meren had started bickering over whether dried fruit counted as breakfast.

Lindarion sat again. Not slouched. Just thoughtful.

Lira reached the door. She didn't open it fully. Just shifted it with two fingers.

The outside light was soft, grey, diffuse with the kind of weightless cold that warned of snow still hidden in the clouds.

Ardan stood near the treeline, back turned, one hand in his coat.

She stepped out. Didn't say a word.

Waited.

He didn't turn. But he knew.

His right hand shifted, and from his pocket he drew the mana disc.

Old style. Compact. Too elegant for field work. Probably customized.

He didn't use it right away.

Lira narrowed her eyes.

The wind lifted her hair as she stepped forward.

Then he activated it.

The lines etched into the surface pulsed, once, then again. Pale blue. Royal court frequency.

She stopped behind him. Three paces back. Not close enough to intrude. Just enough to hear.

Ardan didn't flinch. "Report. Lindarion Sunblade is alive. Unharmed. Core stabilized. No pursuit observed. Position withheld."

The disc pulsed once. No voice answered, but Lira saw the ripple. Acknowledgement.

Not approval. Just received.

She tilted her head. "You didn't mention the others."

"I wasn't asked."

"You could have."

"I didn't."

The disc dimmed. He slipped it away.

She stepped beside him now.

The trees breathed slow. The kind of rhythm that only happened when they thought no one was listening.

"You're still reporting to the king," she said.

"Yes."

"You think he'll come for the boy?"

"I think he'll wait."

She glanced at him.

"And if he doesn't?"

Ardan turned his head slightly. Enough that she saw the edge of his profile. Enough that she caught the tightness in his jaw.

"Then we handle it."

Lira's brows lifted, just barely. "We?"

"He's not ready to walk alone."

"He's stronger than most his age."

Ardan's voice stayed low. "That's not the same thing."

They stood in silence a while.

Lira's eyes tracked the treeline. Every shadow. Every still patch of snow. The forest wasn't watching them this morning. It was waiting.

She folded her arms.

"You're not supposed to care."

"I'm not."

"You do."

He didn't answer.

The door creaked behind them.

Lindarion stood in the doorway now. Half-shadowed. Half-awake. His scarf pulled loose, one boot on, the other in his hand like he hadn't decided if it deserved to come outside yet.

Lira looked at him.

His eyes met hers.

No confusion. No fear.

Just a quiet kind of clarity.

She nodded once.

He stepped out.

And the morning moved forward.

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Ardan stepped through the door first.

No urgency. No noise. Just the slow, steady way someone walks when they've said what they needed to say.

Lira followed.

Her coat brushed the frame. Not a sound. Not a glance at anyone. She moved to the far side of the room like she had been there the whole time and nothing had happened outside.

Lindarion didn't ask.

He adjusted the strap on his shoulder, shifting the weight of the pack. His eyes followed them for a second longer than necessary.

'They're not tense. Not exactly. But they're not relaxed either.'

Ardan set his satchel down near the bench. His gloves still clung to a trace of frost. He didn't remove them. Just sat. Elbows on knees. Staring toward the floor like it might eventually offer him something useful.

Lira didn't sit.

She passed the fire, slowed for a breath beside Ren, then checked the latch on the door with one short flick of her fingers.

Still locked. Still cold.

Ren didn't look up. Just tossed another bit of bark into the flame.

It cracked, then quieted.

Lindarion turned back toward the sword. Still resting. Still quiet.

He reached out again, laid his hand flat against the scabbard. The leather wasn't as cold now. It had taken some of the room's warmth.

'No frostbite steel. That's a win in my book.'

Behind him, Meren let out a grunt and rolled onto his side like it was a full-body complaint.

"Is the sun even out yet?"

"No," Ren said.

Meren groaned. "Then we should still be in bed."

"You weren't in a bed," she replied.

"Which is probably why my spine hates me."

Lira exhaled quietly near the door. Not amusement. Not frustration. Just sound. Just breath.

Lindarion stood. Let his hand fall from the sword. He didn't sheathe it. Just slung the strap across his back, where it rested light against his spine.

His eyes lingered once more on Ardan.

Still quiet.

Still unreadable.

'Whatever they talked about, it's not for me.'

That was fine.

He walked back to the fire and stood beside Ren. Close enough to feel the heat.

She didn't look at him.

But she spoke.

"Wind's changed."

"I noticed," Lindarion said.

"You think it's moving in our favor?"

"No."

She smirked faintly. "Didn't think so."

Outside, frost gathered slow on the windows. The sky hadn't gone bright, but it was trying. A faint grey behind the cracks in the stone.

They'd move soon.

And when they did, whatever had passed between Ardan and Lira in the cold would come with them.