Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man

Later that afternoon, Elysia returned to the nursery to find Lyra asleep in the rocking chair, Eren curled contently against her chest. The sight brought a smile to the princess's face, momentarily easing the worry that had become her constant companion.

She approached quietly, careful not to wake either of them. As she gazed down at Eren's peaceful face, she whispered, "What am I to do with you, my little miracle? You refuse to follow the rules, even now."

Eren's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her voice, instantly alert in a way that sometimes unnerved her. Those eyes—so much like her own, yet carrying something else, something older.

'Rules were made to be broken,' Eren thought, looking up at his mother's worried face. 'Especially the ones that say I shouldn't exist.'

Elysia sighed, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "You're getting stronger every day. Soon, I won't be the only one noticing."

She had ignored the signs for as long as she could, excusing them as coincidences, but they were becoming impossible to overlook. The way Eren moved, how he responded to the world around him—it was too precise, too knowing. He did not behave like an infant. Not truly.

And though her daughters had not voiced their suspicions outright, she could see the questions forming in their eyes, in the way they watched their youngest sibling. Even Naia, who had always been playful and carefree, had started to study Eren with a quiet intensity.

A tiny hand reached up to touch her face, and Elysia caught it gently between her fingers. "Whatever you are, whoever you are meant to be... I will protect you."

'But for how long?' Eren wondered. 'Secrets have a way of coming out, no matter how hard you try to keep them hidden.'

Lyra stirred slightly but didn't wake. Elysia carefully lifted Eren from her arms, cradling him close as she moved to the window. Outside, the forest of Moonlight stretched toward the horizon, silver-blue leaves shimmering in the afternoon light.

"I've consulted the ancient texts," she whispered. "Searched for any mention of your uniqueness in our history. There are only myths and warnings—tales of a time before the Sundering, when our world was different." She sighed, pressing her forehead against Eren's. "Nothing to tell me why you're here, or what your coming means."