I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 123

"Remi! You look stunning!" Whitney exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

"Your clothes... did you buy them?" Angela asked, her gaze scanning Remillia from top to bottom, taking in the elegant dress, the carefully styled hair, and the radiant smile that lit up her face.

"Of course," I simply replied.

I bought it at the system shop along with a make up which cost me a lot of points but it’s okay since this dress has special feature- a protective armor woven into the fabric.

"Were you at the masquerade ball in Élirville?" Edge suddenly interjected, his piercing gaze fixed intently on me

I chuckled nervously, trying to deflect the attention from myself. "I had other things to take care of, that’s why I didn’t attend the masquerade ball last time."

’Does he know it was me?’

"Are you sure? You had the same physi—" Edge started, but his words were cut off when a soft voice rang out from the other side of the hall.

"Angela? Is that you?"

The group turned toward the source of the voice. I finally sighed in relief, thankful that someone had caught their attention.

Angela’s posture shifted, her curiosity piqued as she glanced in the direction of the voice.

A man waved at them, and Angela’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Sky?! Why are you here?" she exclaimed, excitement bubbling in her voice.

"Why? Is it wrong for me to come here?" Sky replied, feigning innocence.

"No, I—" Angela stammered, but before she could finish her thought, Sky playfully ruffled her hair.

"I just came to hang out. What about you?"

"Well—" Before Angela could elaborate, Whitney, who had been watching the exchange with keen interest, rushed up to him, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Are you Sky Jhovani of Wayward Alliance?" she asked breathlessly.

Sky flashed her a charming smile. "Yes and sorry for the late introduction, haha."

"It’s nice to meet you!" Whitney said, shaking hands with Sky enthusiastically. As he turned towards me, a flicker of recognition seemed to spark in his eyes.

"Wait," Sky paused, "you’re the girl who played every game at the casino and hasn’t lost once. You were on a winning streak there, they even called you ’Lady Luck’ because of your never-ending luck. Never thought you’d be Angela’s friend. Nice to meet you, by the way."

"Game? Winning streak? Lady Luck?" Her friends tilted their heads in unison.

"Yeah, I think she made around... 3.3 billion?" Sky replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather.

"3.3 BILLION!?!?" Angela and Whitney shouted simultaneously, their voices piercing the lively atmosphere around them.

Sky only nodded with a smile, taking in the lively atmosphere around them. His gaze shifted to Edge, who was standing beside Angela, arms crossed but his eyes were on Angela.

With a playful chuckle, Sky leaned in closer to Angela and whispered dramatically, "Is this your rumored boyfriend?" He gestured subtly toward Edge.

Angela’s face flushed a shade deeper, annoyed that he got the wrong man. "What are you talking about?" she replied, casting a quick glance at Edge before her attention darted back to Sky. "H-he’s not."

Following Angela’s line of sight, Sky noticed the way her eyes brightened when she looked at the Cypher. A mischievous smile crept onto his lips. "Don’t tell me you’re aiming your target at the same time?" he teased, clearly reveling in the playful banter.

"Stop it!" Angela protested as she swiftly elbowed Sky in the stomach.

"Ow! I yield! I yield!" Sky exclaimed, doubling over in feigned agony, holding his stomach as if she had dealt a fatal blow.

As our conversations began to disperse, I watched each of my friends start to scatter off in different directions. Whitney and Edge headed toward a group of high profiled persons who seemed lively, hoping to build connections with them.

Angela excused herself to the bathroom. Cypher initially set off to grab us some drinks but quickly became the center of attention, surrounded by people trying to curry his favor and coax him into joining their guilds.

Feeling thirsty, I decided to go to the banquet table myself. I was grabbing a drink when a familiar voice caught my attention form behind me. I turned around and I was met with Kairos. Although this time, he didn’t alter his appearance.

"I’m surprised you’re here, squirrel," Kairos remarked with a smirk.

I recalled our first interaction, "You’re that slippery snake I fought last time. You still owe me an apology don’t you think?" I shot back, crossing my arms.

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you forgetting something? I repaid that by not exposing that you were the one in the shower-"

"Okay stop! Too much info!" My face turned beet red as the memory of that embarrassing moment resurfaced. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Kairos looked at the stage. "I’m only here to watch the perfor—do you want to die?"

—Were the two of you all alone in the shower, boss? I didn’t know you already had that kind of relationship.

Thorne’s voice crackled through Kairos’s earpiece, his tone teasing.

Since I can’t hear the voice on the earpiece he’s wearing, I raised an eyebrow, unsure how to react. "Were you talking to me?" I asked, half-serious and half-amused.

"Ah, s-sorry. My colleague was saying something strange through my earpiece..." Kairos stammered, tapping at his earpiece as if it would magically silence Thorne’s comments.

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6:55 PM

Apparently, I couldn’t get rid of Kairos no matter how many excuses I came up with. He settled in next to me, looking bored already as he scanned the banquet hall. I tried to change seats, but he was stuck to me like glue. Defeated, I sat down, resigning myself to his presence. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Why are you following me?" I asked, annoyance creeping into my voice.

"I’m not following you; I’m just looking for the best seat," he replied nonchalantly, a hint of mischief glimmering in his eyes.

I stared at him wide-eyed. ’The nerve of this guy!’ I wanted to scold him, but I held back. ’Calm down, calm down. He’s here as the leader of Nightjars today; he’s not Caleo.’

In the end, I swallowed my words and decided to ignore him.

"Waiter," Kairos suddenly called out, breaking the stillness.

What did he want now? I shifted my focus back to him, curiosity piqued.

A waiter approached with a polite demeanor. "Do you need anything, sir?"

"I would like some wine," Kairos said smoothly, his tone cold.

The waiter nodded but turned to me, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Excuse me, sir, but is she your date? Does she also want wine?"

"I’m not his—" My response was abruptly cut off by Kairos, who interjected with an almost authoritative air.

"No wine for her, just give her orange juice."

I gaped at him, the back of my neck tingling with embarrassment. Who did he think he was? I was about to argue, but the waiter nodded respectfully and bowed slightly. "Please wait for a moment while I prepare your drinks."

As the waiter walked away, I turned to Kairos, my frustration bubbling over. "I can order my own drink, thank you very much!"

He shrugged, unfazed by my outburst. "Your welcome. I figured orange juice was a safer choice for you."

I was about to retort, but once again, I held my tongue. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I’d never had much tolerance for alcohol, and anything stronger than a spritzer would probably send me into a tipsy spiral.

While I grumbled silently to myself, Kairos observed me with an expression that was half amused and half intrigued, as if I were some fascinating creature that had just landed by his side.

It was starting to feel unnerving, and I was about to ask what was so interesting when the waiter finally returned, balancing our drinks on a tray.

"Here you go," he said, placing the glasses in front of us with a smile. "Enjoy your evening."

"Thanks," I murmured, taking a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice. It was tangy and sweet—secretly thanking Kairos for ordering me this drink.

I was quietly sipping my drink when I noticed my friends. They were scanning the room until they all tilted their heads in sync at the sight of me sitting with someone.

They soon walked up to me, expressing their curiousness.

"Remillia...who’s that next to you?" Cypher asked immediately, his eyebrows raised.

I looked at them, suddenly realizing they still didn’t know he was the leader of the Nightjars. My mind raced for a way to introduce him without giving too much away.

"Uhmm, oh, this is Kair—" I quickly caught myself, almost revealing his name.

"Hmm? What was that? We didn’t hear you." Angela said, their curiosity clearly piqued.

I shot a desperate glance at Kairos, silently pleading for his help, but the bastard only leaned back in his chair, wearing a sly smirk on his face, obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"His name’s Cross. Cross Valheim," I finally blurted out, hoping it would stick. "I happened to meet him coincidentally. He’s also an Elite ranked hero, right Cross?"