Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man

The morning sunlight filtered through the ancient trees surrounding Eren’s chambers, casting dappled patterns across the floor as he paced restlessly. Sleep had eluded him since his conversation with Lyra, his mind replaying her carefully chosen words and the doubt that had lingered beneath them. When a soft knock interrupted his thoughts, he moved to the door with unexpected eagerness.

"Naia," he said, relief evident in his voice as he stepped aside to let his sister enter. "I didn’t expect you back so soon."

Naia’s expression was guarded as she studied her sibling’s face, noting the unusual silver gleam in Eren’s typically emerald eyes. "You look terrible. Have you slept at all?"

"I can’t," Eren admitted, returning to the window where the distant aqueduct was just visible through the morning mist. "Something’s still not right, Naia. I can feel it."

"Lyra said they found nothing," Naia reminded him gently, her long fingers adjusting the intricate leather bracer at her wrist. "The water tested pure."

Eren’s fingers tightened on the ornately carved windowsill. "I need to see for myself."

"What?" Naia’s delicately pointed ears flicked backward in surprise. "Eren, you can’t seriously be considering—"

"I am," he interrupted, turning to face her. "Will you help me?"

Naia’s posture stiffened, the leaflike patterns etched into her skin seeming to darken with her mood. "Mother specifically ordered increased patrols. You won’t make it past the sacred gardens without being questioned."

"That’s why I need you," Eren said, his eyes bright with an intensity that made Naia uneasy. "I need to understand what’s happening to me, Naia. These visions—they’re becoming clearer, stronger." He hesitated before adding, "And if I’m wrong, at least I’ll know."

"And if you’re not wrong?" Naia challenged, the ancient wooden beads in her braided hair clicking softly as she tilted her head. "What then?"