Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 96: Sylra comes to visit

Chapter 96: Sylra comes to visit

Alex pushed open the heavy oak door of the Elaris hold, the familiar scent of polished wood and blooming starflowers greeting him

His red eyes scanned the space, catching sight of Jusin, his broad frame leaning against a carved pillar, his sandy hair catching the glow, his expression warm but curious. "Hey, Jusin," Alex called, his voice light, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he crossed the foyer,

Jusin straightened, his blue eyes crinkling as he returned the greeting. "Alex, good to see you," he said, his voice deep

They exchanged pleasantries before Alex paused, his hands slipping into his pockets. "By the way, a friend’s coming over later," he said, his tone casual, his eyes flicking to Jusin’s

Jusin’s brows lifted, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "A girl?" he asked, his voice teasing, his hand rubbing the back of his head, a gesture that betrayed a hint of uncertainty

Alex nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah," he said

Jusin’s hand stilled, his expression shifting, a mix of bemusement and unease. "I’ve never done this before," he admitted, his voice quieter, his blue eyes searching Alex’s face. "Don’t know how I’m supposed to react." He paused, his brow furrowing, then added, "Is she a girlfriend?"

Alex laughed, the sound bright, echoing in the foyer, his red eyes glinting with amusement.

"Nah, just a friend," he said, his tone firm, his hands gesturing dismissively.

Jusin nodded, his lips pursing, his voice taking on a parental edge. "Suppose I should tell you to be careful," he said, his blue eyes steady, his hand dropping to his side, the foyer’s light catching the faint lines of worry on his face, the quiet space amplifying his words.

Alex chuckled, his grin unwavering, his voice light. "I will," he said, giving Jusin a playful salute before turning toward the hallway, his boots clicking on the marble

"Wonder what Grielsa’ll say," Jusin muttered, his words barely audible, a mix of amusement and apprehension

In the main hall, Grielsa stood near a crystal table, arranging a vase of luminescent blooms, her silver hair catching the light, her sharp features softening as she looked up.

"Alex," she greeted, her voice warm but measured, her green eyes narrowing slightly, the hall’s airy expanse filled with the scent of fresh herbs and polished stone, the late afternoon light streaming through arched windows, casting a golden hue.

"Hey, Grielsa," Alex said, his smile easy, his hands still in his pockets as he approached, the hall’s calm a contrast to the academy’s chaos. "I have a friend coming over later today," he added

Grielsa’s brows lifted, mild surprise crossing her face, quickly replaced by curiosity, her hands pausing on the vase.

"A girlfriend?" she asked, her voice probing, her green eyes studying him, the luminescent blooms glowing faintly, their light reflecting off the crystal table

Alex shook his head, his chuckle soft, his voice clear. "No, just a friend," he said, his eyes steady, his stance relaxed

Grielsa’s eyes narrowed, wary but intrigued, her voice sharp. "What’s her name?" she asked, her fingers adjusting a bloom

"Sylra," Alex replied

Grielsa’s expression softened, recognition dawning, her voice thoughtful. "Oh, Thalorin’s daughter," she said, her green eyes glinting, her hands stilling on the vase, the luminescent blooms pulsing faintly, the hall’s calm a mirror to her shift. "If it’s Thalorin’s daughter, I suppose you’re right, it’sprobalh just a friend."

Her tone was conceding, a hint of amusement in her smile, the hall’s light warming the moment, her curiosity satisfied, the herb scent grounding their exchange.

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That evening, the Elaris hold glowed with soft light, its crystal chandeliers casting a warm ambiance over the dining area, where Grielsa had laid out a spread of spiced pastries, starfruit slices, and glowing elixirs, the aroma of fresh bread and nectar filling the air.

Alex had pleaded with her not to prepare food, insisting Sylra was just a friend, but Grielsa had waved him off, her silver hair swaying, her voice firm.

"Sylra’s a family friend," she’d said, her green eyes resolute, her hands busy with platters. "She gets the family friend treatment." Alex suspected she needed the task to keep busy, her restless energy a quiet undercurrent, the hold’s warmth a contrast to her bustling.

Sylra arrived, her auburn hair catching the chandelier’s glow, her hazel eyes bright despite the day’s exhaustion, her tunic crisp but her posture softer, less guarded than at lunch.

She stepped into the foyer, exchanging pleasantries with Jusin and Grielsa, her voice warm, polite, the hold’s airy expanse welcoming, the starflowers’ sweet scent mingling with the food’s aroma.

Jusin’s blue eyes crinkled, his greetings hearty, while Grielsa’s smile was gracious, her green eyes studying Sylra, the dining area’s glow amplifying their warmth.

Grielsa gestured to the spread, her voice inviting. "Help yourself, Sylra," she said, her silver hair glinting, her hands presenting a platter of pastries, the hold’s light casting soft shadows, the food’s aroma a tempting lure.

Sylra thanked her, her eyes widening at the spread, her smile genuine, the hold’s calm a soothing contrast to her earlier fatigue.

Sylra and Alex headed upstairs, the wooden staircase creaking softly, the hold’s upper hallway lined with crystal sconces, their light casting a gentle glow, the air cooler, scented with polished wood.

They settled in Alex’s room, a cozy space with a carved desk, glowing orbs, and a window overlooking the evening sky which was a deepening blue.

Their conversation flowed easily, Sylra’s voice brighter, her golden hair catching the orb’s glow, the room’s intimacy a quiet space for their catch-up, the hold’s warmth a distant hum below.

A few moments later, a knock sounded, firm but hesitant, the door opening to reveal Jusin and Grielsa. Jusin’s broad frame filled the doorway, his blue eyes steady, his voice clear.

"We’ve got to do some shopping," he announced, his sandy hair catching the sconce’s light, his tone matter-of-fact, the hold’s quiet amplifying his words.

Grielsa stood beside him, her silver hair gleaming, her green eyes reluctant, her expression grudging, as if the errand was Jusin’s idea, her hands clasped tightly, the hallway’s glow casting faint shadows across her sharp features.

As they turned to leave Alex could swear he saw Jusin wink at him