I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Chapter 129

A bunch of Eldorian heroes circled us as they drew every kind of weapons and pointed it directly at me. I blinked hard, momentarily dumbfounded by their aggressiveness.

"Ler’thalan nalo durin-kelith!"1 One of them harshly shouted at me in their Eldorian language.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed.

’Are they blind?’ The thought echoed as my irritation festered. There I was, soaked in sweat and radiating exhaustion from rescuing their precious crown prince, yet they saw me as their enemy.

My anger bubbled beneath the surface as I held both of my hands up signifying that I surrenndered, intentionally letting their precious crown prince fall down to the ground. It was childish but I wanted to provoking the heroes.

True enough, the heroes immediately rushed to Ezekiel, glaring at me as if I had tossed a dagger into their way instead of merely dropping a prince.

"Wait! She’s not—" Ezekiel tried to defend me but I cut him off.

"Before you lock me up in jail and torture me," I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "I just wanna say that if I were an enemy, I wouldn’t have brought back the crown prince here, dúbaldar1."

As soon as I finished my sentence, their expressions hardened, tension coiling in their muscles. I couldn’t help but smirk, taking immense satisfaction in the fact that I’d managed to piss them.

They looked ready to charge at me like a pack of wolves when Ezekiel’s authoritative voice rang out. "Touch a strand of her hair, and you’ll lose your job tomorrow. She was the one who helped me."

In an instant, the heat of their hostility dissipated, as they bowed their heads, returning their weapons in unison. "We’re sorry, Crown Prince."

"Thank you," I replied quietly.

Ezekiel opened his mouth, likely to say more, when an attendant rushed in, whispering urgently in his ear. His brow furrowed as he glanced between me and the attendant. He sighed then turned to look at me before waving goodbye, "I’m needed somewhere else. Thanks for your help again."

As he turned to leave, a sudden impulse made me call out just to return his gesture, "Bye, Zeke!" I shouted just before he could slip into the sleek limousine. He froze for a brief moment, a hint of a smile ghosting across his face, before disappearing into the car.

The heroes, who were silently watching our exchange with curiosity finally began to disperse although they still threw looks of bewilderment in my direction, as if trying to piece together what my relationship with the prince is.

I ignored them as I made my way over to where Whitney, Edge, and Cypher were standing. I could tell they hadn’t approached me before, fully aware that they were powerless in front of high-ranked heroes.

"Nice show back there," Whitney remarked, her lips curling into a smirk. Her tone laced with amusement. "I didn’t think you had it in you to stand up to them like that."

"Yeah..." I mumbled, suddenly feeling a heavy weight settling over me. A faint nausea churned in my gut, and I saw the system screen.

[WARNING! Because you forgot to deactivate Spectral Seal. Your body will shutdown in 3...]

Panic surged through me as my mind raced. How many times have I fainted already? Damn it! I must have left it activated when I used it to speed up while chasing the Mana Essence!

’Deactivate, deactivate, DEACTIVATE SPECTRAL SEAL!’ I mentally screamed but the system only maniacally laughed at me.

[Too late for that.]

"F*cking sys-" A faint curse escaped my lips as my body went limp.

[I’m just helping you.] The system’s voice echoed in my head, mischievous and playful.

’How is this called helping?! Just leave my mind!’

[Can’t do that. I’m stuck to you like gum hahahaha!]

’Damn you!’ Those were my last words then everything went black.

Since Remillia was the nearest to Edge, he instinctively reached out, holding out his arms to catch her. But before he could even touch her, Cypher shouldered him aside like a linebacker. Edge glared at him, his arms outstretched in a futile attempt to catch her.

"What was that for?" Edge snapped, frustration coursing through him as he glared at Cypher. He was acting as if he was a jealous boyfriend!

However Cypher only shrugged, "Sorry for that, I must have tripped while approaching you," he replied casually and with that he went inside the hotel carrying the unconscious Remillia. "I’ll bring her to her room. It looks like she fainted from exhaustion."

Without waiting for their responses, he turned away, effortlessly lifting Remillia in his arms and making his way into the hotel.

Whitney and Edge looked at Cypher’s retreating back before looking at each other.

"So, what are you gonna do—" Whitney began, her voice hopeful, yearning for a moment alone with Edge. But before she could finish, Edge cut her off.

"I’m tired. I wanna rest," he said, a hint of annoyance lacing his words.

She already knew the answer but she wanted to be with him just for a little while. But just as she opened her mouth to speak, someone else interrupted.

"Hey guys are you finished with your tasks now?" Angela jogged towards them, her energy bouncing off the walls. Whitney couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ’Great, she’s here.’

Edge’s annoyance seemed to dissipate the moment he saw Angela. His face brightened, "Yep! Do you want to have a light snack before we go back to our rooms?" he asked, enthusiasm lacing his voice.

Angela nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. "Sure! But have you seen Cypher around? I haven’t seen him since we fought off the Rogues."

"Oh he accompanied-" Whitney tried to explain but Edge cut him off.

"Someone fainted so he just accompanied her. I’m sure he’ll be back," he said, dismissing the concern casually, but Whitney caught the glint in his eye—a warning not to say too much. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Oh I see." Angela said, seeming satisfied but oblivious to the tension.

Whitney forced herself to smile, masking the discomfort gnawing at her insides as she linked arms with Angela, silently reminding herself that Edge deserved this joy, even if it felt like a knife twisting in her heart. ’Be happy for Edge’, she whispered in her mind. ’Just make the best of it.’

"I heard their latte macchiato is the best here!" Whitney declared, attempting to steer the conversation towards something light and fun.

"Sounds perfect!" Angela responded enthusiastically, her genuine excitement instantly lifting the mood and further brightening Edge’s expression. She turned to him, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "How about you? Do you also want the same?"

Whitney felt the need to interject again, a strange irritation bubbling up. "No, he only drinks Ameri—"

"Latte macchiato sounds good," Edge interrupted, a wide grin plastered across his face as he focused all his attention on Angela.

"Huh? Whitney was saying something, what was that again?"

Angela turned to her, a light curiosity in her eyes.

’Calm yourself,’ Whitney chastised internally, even as frustration coursed through her veins. "I think I’d like to drink black Americano," she replied, forcing her voice to remain steady, even as it quaked beneath the surface.

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"Excuse me, can I have the room key for Remillia Lockhart? She’s really exhausted right now and needs rest."

I stood at the reception desk, Remillia cradled in my arms, and requested her room key. The receptionist’s eyes widened when she looked who I was holding.

"Oh, I remember her! She’s Lady Luck! With just a short amount of time, she managed to win almost all of the games here!" The receptionist exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement. But when her gaze flickered to me, I could sense her suspicion creeping in.

"Sorry, but can you please wake her up? It’s customary that the owner of the room must be the only one to request their key," she said, her voice tinged with politeness but underlined with doubt.

Cypher’s expression quickly changed into a pleading one as he met her gaze. "I’m a friend of hers, my name is Cypher Nox," he explained, "and we’re both cadets at Glacial Sphere Academy. You can look it up on the guest log."

The receptionist’s brow furrowed as she searched for his name on the screen, her eyes darting back and forth between me and the digital display. After a moment, she nodded, seemingly satisfied that I was telling the truth.

"Fine, here’s the key," she said, handing me the card.

I smiled at her, trying to put her at ease, "Thank you."

He walked to the elevator and pushed the button to where Remillia’s room is. He then opened Remillia’s room and laid her down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable before removing her shoes.

The next minute, I went to the bathroom to grab a towel and a basin of cold water. As I returned to her side, I dipped the towel and gently wiped her face, taking in the peaceful expression that had fallen across her features.

"Why do I feel like you know something? But whenever I try to ask you about that, I just can’t. Maybe, I’ll wait until you’re the one who can tell me your secret."

I lingered by her side for a little longer, drinking in the sight of her peaceful slumber. Eventually, I reluctantly left the room, closing the door behind me. I was afraid that she would become wary of me when she woke up with me looking at her. As I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something important.

Translation: Get your hands of the crown prince!Translation: dumbasses