Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf-Chapter 13: The important decision(1)

Alex let out a slow breath, glancing around as if searching for a better option.

But there wasn't one.

The choice to inflict for only 2 seconds wasn't ideal, not even close, but it was something.

And something, no matter how small, was better than nothing at all.

His shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, a quiet sign of resignation.

"Alright," he said at last, his voice carrying a mixture of acceptance and reluctance. "I guess that will have to do."

Then Lucan's face turned a deep shade of red, his skin burning with a mix of frustration and strain.

A single bead of sweat gathered on his smooth, bald head before slipping down the side of his face.

His features twisted into a grimace, as if he were struggling to contain the discomfort, or perhaps the fury, building inside him.

"Argh!" Lucan grunted, his voice tight with pain. His hand shot up to his temple, fingers pressing against it as if trying to ease the sharp, pulsing sensation.

His breathing grew uneven, his jaw clenching as he fought against whatever was inflicting this discomfort upon him.

Then, just as suddenly as it had struck, the pain vanished.

It left no trace behind, as if it had never been there at all.

Lucan's hand lingered at his temple for a moment before slowly dropping to his side, his brows knitting together in confusion and ahocl.

No one in the room looked at ease anymore.

Their expressions had tightened, their earlier sense of calm replaced by tension and unease.

The council members, who had been seated in their high-backed chairs only moments ago, were now on their feet.

Their movements had been swift, almost instinctive, as if some invisible force had pulled them up in unison.

Stiff postures replaced their once-relaxed demeanors, their hands either gripping the edges of the grand wooden table or hanging tensely at their sides.

The entire room seemed to have fallen into a stunned silence, the weight of shock pressing down like a heavy fog.

No one spoke. No one moved.

For a brief moment, they all exchanged stunned glances, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The weight of what had just happened settled over them like an unseen force, pressing down on their chests and stealing their words.

Some opened their mouths as if to speak, only to hesitate and close them again, uncertain of what to say.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, as each council member searched the others' faces for some kind of explanation, yet none had one to give.

"You just inflicted on Lucan," Draven said, his voice low but charged with meaning.

His sharp gaze locked onto Alex as he took deliberate steps toward him, the sound of his boots echoing in the tense silence. "Lucan is an ancient elf, no one except an ancient elf should be able to inflict on him."

The other council members turned their attention to Alex as well, their expressions a mix of confusion, suspicion, and curiosity. Alex stiffened under their stares, his mind racing.

Alex swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

A heavy weight settled in his chest as he looked around the room, taking in the wary stares of the council members.

The tension in their eyes told him everything, he was in trouble.

Draven took another slow step forward, his piercing gaze never leaving Alex.

His voice, now quieter but no less intense, carried a weight that made the air feel heavier.

"What are you?" he asked, his words measured, deliberate.

The question sent a shiver down Alex's spine. It wasn't who he was that Draven was asking, it was what. As if he were something unnatural, something unknown.

Alyssa stepped closer without a word, her presence a quiet but steady force beside him.

She reached out and gently took hold of Alex's arm, her fingers pressing lightly against his skin.

It wasn't a comforting gesture, it was a subtle way to sense the truth in his words.

Alex felt the warmth of her touch, but it did little to ease the tight knot in his stomach.

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He took a slow breath, glancing at her before turning his gaze back to Draven.

"I don't know," he admitted, his voice raw with uncertainty. "This is all new and confusing to me."

The room remained silent, the council members watching him with wary eyes.

Alyssa didn't speak either, but her grip remained firm, as if grounding him, or perhaps herself, in the moment.

Alyssa closed her eyes for a brief moment, her brow slightly furrowing in concentration.

Then, just as quickly, she exhaled and opened her eyes again.

She turned to Draven and the other council members, her voice calm but certain. "He's telling the truth," she said with a quiet sigh. "He's confused and scared, but he's not lying."

A murmur rippled through the room as the tension shifted.

Some council members exchanged glances, their rigid expressions softening just a fraction, though suspicion still lingered in their eyes.

Draven studied Alex for a long moment before giving a slow nod, but his piercing gaze didn't waver.

Thalorin and the other council members, except for Lucan, exhaled in near unison.

The weight of uncertainty still hung in the air, but Alyssa's confirmation had given them something solid, at least for now.

"Very well," Draven said, his deep voice breaking the tense silence.

His sharp eyes swept over Alex before he turned to address the others. "Now that we've seen what he is capable of... to an extent, it's time to discuss his fate."

As Thalorin spoke, he lifted a hand and pressed a single finger to his temple, his eyes drifting shut.

A solemn hush fell over the room, heavy with the weight of unspoken deliberation.

One by one, the other council members mirrored his gesture, their fingers touching their temples as they, too, closed their eyes.

Their breathing slowed, their bodies unnaturally still, as if they had stepped beyond the physical world into something unseen.

Alex's pulse quickened. He had no idea what they were doing, but the air around them seemed to shift, thickening with an unseen force.

Alex turned toward Sylra and Thalorin, his unease growing with every passing second. His voice was hushed but urgent. "What are they doing?"

Sylra barely glanced at him, her eyes still on the council members as she answered. "They are discussing telepathically," she said in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. "So that their conversation will be private."

Alex felt his stomach twist. Private. That meant whatever they were saying about him, whatever decision they were making, he wouldn't be able to hear it.

He clenched his fists at his sides, frustration bubbling beneath his fear.

"They're deciding my fate," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. The weight of those words settled deep in his chest. He had never felt so powerless.

"We've reached a decision". Draven said suddenly, interrupting their conversation.