Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 92: Bastian comes

Chapter 92: Bastian comes

Alex stood firm, his red eyes locked on Vaelen’s gray ones, the elf’s tightened fists a clear threat as he growled, "Repeat what you just said."

The sunlit corridor of Starhaven Academy pulsed with tension, students forming a loose circle, their tunics shimmering under the crystal panels’ prismatic light, their whispers a soft buzz, the air thick with the scent of parchment and faint elixirs.

Alex’s frustration from the tutoring session, where he’d failed to master telekinesis, fueled his defiance, his confidence unshaken by Vaelen’s rage, the bad blood from their assembly encounter the previous day blazing in his chest.

He opened his mouth, ready to hurl his words again ’you’re the blot, Vaelen’ when a familiar voice cut through, sharp and urgent.

"Whoa, whoa!" Bastian called, weaving through the crowd, his lopsided grin strained as he stepped between them, his hands raised like a peacemaker.

His presence broke the standoff, the corridor’s light catching his blonde hair, his blue eyes darting from Alex to Vaelen, assessing the heat of the moment.

He turned to one of Vaelen’s crew, a lanky boy with nervous eyes, his exasperation clear.

"Seriously, man, why didn’t you stop them?" Bastian asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and irritation, his hand gesturing toward the tense scene, the gathered students leaning in, their murmurs growing louder.

The lanky boy shrugged, his shoulders hunching, his voice low but audible over the crowd’s hum.

"Who wants to get in front of Vaelen’s rage?" he said, his eyes flicking to Vaelen, whose scowl deepened, his fists still clenched, his dark hair trembling with barely restrained fury.

The boy’s words hung in the air, a reluctant truth, the corridor’s light casting jittery shadows across his face, the students’ whispers spiking, some nodding in agreement, others shifting uncomfortably, the tension a living thing in the hall.

Bastian sighed, his grin fading, his voice firm but calm as he faced Vaelen, stepping closer, undaunted by the elf’s glare.

"Back up, Vaelen," he said, his tone steady, his hand gesturing for space. "There’s no need to cause a scene."

He glanced at the circle of students, their eyes wide, some clutching books, others craning for a better view, and added with a wry smile, "Or a bigger scene than this, at least."

His words drew a few chuckles from the crowd, lightening the air slightly, the sunlight streaming through the crystal panels casting colorful flecks across his face, his confidence a quiet anchor in the chaos.

Vaelen’s scowl twisted, his voice low, laced with suspicion as he leaned toward Bastian, his crew shifting behind him, the robust boy from earlier still pale, silent.

"I don’t understand why you’re putting your neck out to save this stranger boy," Vaelen said, his words sharp, his hand jabbing toward Alex, who stood firm, his frustration simmering, his confidence unwavering despite the jab, the corridor’s hum a distant pulse as Vaelen’s accusation landed, drawing more eyes, the students’ whispers a soft undercurrent.

Bastian’s grin returned, a flash of mischief in his eyes, his voice light but edged with defiance. "Nobody understands why I do the things I do," he said, his tone almost flippant, his hands slipping into his pockets, his posture relaxed yet unyielding, as if Vaelen’s challenge was just another game.

The crowd murmured, some laughing softly, the tension easing further, the corridor’s light catching the easy tilt of Bastian’s head, his confidence a shield that seemed to deflect Vaelen’s venom, the air growing lighter, though the standoff lingered.

Vaelen scoffed, his frown deepening, his voice a low growl as he stepped back, his crew mirroring his movement, their tunics rustling.

"I hope you don’t regret siding with the newbie over me," he said, his words a warning, his eyes flicking between Bastian and Alex, his rage barely contained, the corridor’s light casting harsh lines across his angular face, the students’ whispers spiking, sensing the final jab before a retreat.

Bastian’s smile widened, his voice bright, almost teasing. "I hope so too," he said, his tone carrying a playful edge, his eyes glinting with amusement, as if the threat was a joke he’d heard before.

He held Vaelen’s gaze, unflinching, the corridor’s bustle a faint hum, the sunlight warming the marble floor, the moment balanced on a knife’s edge, Bastian’s confidence a quiet force that seemed to tip it.

Vaelen’s scowl held for a moment longer, then he turned sharply, his dark hair swaying, his crew falling into step behind him, the robust boy trailing last, his head low.

The crowd parted, their whispers following Vaelen’s retreat, his posse’s footsteps echoing down the corridor, the tension dissipating like a storm passing, the hall’s vibrancy returning, students resuming their chatter, their tunics flashing as they moved.

Bastian turned to the crowd, his grin broad, his voice carrying over the hum. "That’s all, folks, no more show here," he said, waving his hands like a showman, his tone light, commanding. "Go back to whatever you were doing."

The students laughed, some rolling their eyes, others dispersing, their voices rising, the corridor’s energy surging back to life, the sunlight casting prismatic patterns across the floor, the air warm with the scent of wax and herbs.

Alex watched the crowd thin, his frustration still simmering, his confidence intact but edged with irritation at Vaelen’s relentless hostility.

He turned to Bastian, who was already grinning at him, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Why’s Vaelen such an ass?" Alex asked, his voice low, sharp, his hands on his hips, the question spilling out, driven by the sting of the confrontation. "And more importantly, why’s he so confident while doing it?"

Bastian chuckled, his grin widening, his voice warm, knowing, as he leaned closer, his hands still in his pockets.

"He’s an ass because he’s just mean-spirited," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, his eyes glinting with a hint of disdain for Vaelen’s attitude. "And he’s confident because his father’s very, very powerful in the elven world. Gives him a shield, makes him think he’s untouchable."

His words were casual, but they carried weight, a glimpse into the politics of their world, the corridor’s light catching the easy tilt of his head, the hall’s bustle a lively hum around them, Alex’s mind turning over the revelation, his frustration tempered by Bastian’s insight, his confidence ready for the next challenge.

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