I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 155

"Pfft!" Angela who was drinking soda suddenly spat it all out when she saw Remillia perfectly hitting the sand golem and making it explode.

The students who were cheering were suddenly complaining as soda rained on them.

"Ah, f*ck, this is disgusting!" one boy yelled, wiping soda off his head.

"F*cking hell!" another student groaned, turning to see the source of the spray.

"Who did—Oh, it’s Angela," someone muttered, their annoyance quickly dissipating when they recognized who the culprit was.

The students who were sitting in front immediately turned their back towards Angela who was seething with rage.

Angela seethed, her cheeks flushing both from jealousy and rage. ’How is she also good at using a bow and arrow?!’ she fumed internally, clenching her soda can tightly enough that the metal crumpled slightly in her grip. ’Is there anything this witch can’t do?’

"Aren’t you curious how she’s good at everything?" Angela glanced at Whitney who was beside her.

Whitney shrugged. "Definitely not," she mumbled, her eyes still glued to Remillia. This only fueled her determination to eagerly recruit Remillia in their guild. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

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"....." The enchanter was currently at loss for words. Not only did Elder Mage Yohan lost from Gusion but his cousin also lost from his opponent.

Archmage Gusion and Remillia Lockhart managed to turn the tables dramatically or when others see it; they were simply talented than the Bediah’s.

Just when he thought all was lost, his attention shifted back to Yohan. Instead of fuming or showing signs of devastation, he was wearing a smirk that took the enchanter completely by surprise.

"Why are you so scared? It’s only natural that my spoiled cousin would lose against someone like her," Yohan dismissed the enchanter’s background worries while staring at the girl who exited the stadium.

"Ahhh... haha... is, is that so?" The enchanter responded weakly, unsure whether to laugh or hide from Yohan’s penetrating eyes.

"Of course," Yohan continued, his voice full of intrigue. "I’m also amazed that she can still move fine even with the obstructive spells raining down upon her." His voice dropped to a sinister tone, a dark cloud seemingly passing over his features. "However, what I couldn’t accept was that Gusion is still the same as ever."

The enchanter felt a chill run down his spine—Archmage Gusion was far stronger than Elder Mage Yohan, and his envy was evident.

Sweat dripped down the enchanter’s brow as he struggled to respond. He sensed the sudden shift in Yohan’s demeanor and he knew better than to provoke him. ’What do I say to appease him?’ he thought, his mind racing.

"Never mind him. For now, let me check that arrogant cousin of mine first," Yohan declared, his voice cutting through his mind. Without another word, he stood up and strode out of the room, leaving the enchanter in a state of half-relief, half-dread.

As the door clicked shut behind Yohan, the enchanter let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in exhaustion. In the future, he won’t assist Yohan anymore. He can’t handle Yohan’s personality!

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As soon as the competition was over, I went back to my dorm to rest. My muscles ached from the exertion, and a few minor wounds stung, but nothing too severe. At least, nothing I couldn’t handle—except for the ointment. My wounds would have healed already if I didn’t give the ointment to Kairos.

"Ugh," I muttered, running a hand through my damp hair as I plopped onto the edge of my bed. I could hear Macaron flapping his wings as he checked me over.

He made a quick round from my head to my toes, his eyes inspecting me carefully. But when he only saw minor wounds he cheerfully chirped at me. "So what place did you get at the Shadow Brawl? I wanted to watch you, but it’s dangerous—especially if someone saw me flying around."

I couldn’t help but smile in response. "Of course, I won first place," I said as I headed toward the bathroom to shower.

Macaron flapped his wings with excitement. <I already know that when it comes to combat, you would undoubtedly win! But how come when it comes to showcasing your talent, you won’t even get third place?>

I paused mid-stride, a towel in one hand, and turned to give him a bemused look. "Do you still want desserts?" I warned him, raising an eyebrow.

<Forget what I said! Go take a bath now, you stink!> Macaron retorted as he crossed his wings.

"No desserts then?" I shot back with mock disappointment.

<I said you smell like vanilla!> Macaron shouted at me, clearly annoyed.

I chuckled at his response as I hit the showers. I stayed for a while to rinse the blood that has already dried.

Once I was finished, I dried myself, put on a pair of pajamas then headed towards my bed to finally rest. But before I could close my eyes, someone was knocking on my door.

’Who could that be?’ I already messaged my friends that I would join them later.

I got up and opened the door, ready to scold whoever it was. But my words caught in my throat as I found Gusion standing there, wearing a smile.

"Gusion?" I whispered, my tone laced with urgency. "What are you doing here?"

"I came—" he began, but before he could finish, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching near us so I pulled him inside my room, unconsciously squeezing him behind the door as I quickly pressed my ear to the wood to eavesdrop.

It might be weird for the other students if they were to see Gusion here.

"Hey did you hear something?" a voice rang out from just outside.

"Must have been your imagination," another voice replied dismissively.

"No I swear I heard a door slam," The first voice insisted, sounding more curious than convinced.

"Did you already hear about that story?" the second voice chimed in.

"What story?"

"I heard there’s a ghost of a lady roaming around here waiting to pounce on her next victim."

"Stop that!"

While Remillia was listening to the voices outside, Gusion awkwardly shifted slightly, ’Should I tell her? But she’s too focused on eavesdropping maybe I should tell her later,’ he was still pressed against the door.

In that moment, he took in the sweet scent enveloping Remillia, a mixture of strawberry and almonds that somehow made the tension he’s feeling more lighter. It was an inviting fragrance that filled his senses, and he found himself unconsciously lowering his head, drawn to it for a brief moment.

However, he quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Remillia’s voice.

"Do you think they’ll go away?" she asked, still eavesdropping.

"They probably will," he replied softly, trying to remain calm despite the rush of emotions swirling within him.

"So what are you doing here?" she inquired, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. The sudden closeness made him very aware of the space between them, and he felt a warmth creep up his neck.

Before he could process his thoughts, she pulled away, her cheeks faintly flushed. "Oh, sorry for squeezing you. Come sit on the sofa. It seems that the people outside will be there for a while."

A flicker of relief washed over him as she broke the tension, and he nodded, making his way to the sofa. But just as he was about to sit down, he felt that someone was glaring at him. He looked to where it was and he saw an owl perched on the bed glaring at him.

"Uhm Remillia?" he called out hesitantly.

"Wait. I’m in the kitchen preparing tea," she shouted back, her voice muffled from the other room.

He looked back to the owl again but it was already gone. He quickly scanned the room and his heart almost dropped when he suddenly found himself face-to-face with the owl now perched on the edge of the sofa. Its piercing gaze felt unnervingly judgmental, as if it were silently weighing his worth as a guest in Remillia’s room.

Just then Remillia appeared holding a tray.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," I said, focused on setting down the tray on the table, "but can you please stay quiet that I have a pet living in my dorm?"

When I heard no response from him, I glanced at what he’s doing, only to discover that he was staring intently at Macaron, who had just flown over to rest on my lap.

"Is Macaron disturbing you?" I asked, taking a seat in front of him as I offered him the tea and desserts.

"N-no," Gusion stammered, scratching his head and still keeping his gaze fixed on Macaron. "He’s just cute, that’s why I was staring at him."

I chuckled, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest. "I know, right?" I ruffled Macaron’s feathers affectionately before diverting my attention back to Gusion. "So, what brings you here again?"

"So what brings you here again?" I asked him as I sip some of my tea.

"I came to give you this," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small jar.

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the familiar ointment— the same one Professor Orion had given me for my wounds. "Aww, thanks!" I exclaimed, moving closer to him to retrieve it.

Before I could take the jar, he opened the lid and offered, "Let me help you apply the ointment on your wounds."

As he gently applied the ointment on my arms, "I also came here to congratulate you for winning the Shadow Brawl competition," he mentioned casually.

"You were there? But I didn’t see you in the audience," I said, holding out my left arm for him to treat.

"A friend of mine told me the results," he replied, smiling at me.

I suddenly remembered something important. "Do you know all the mages that were invited here?" I asked and he nodded.

"Can I ask you a small favor?" I tilted my face slightly to allow him to apply the ointment on my left cheek. "Can you please pass my thanks to the mage who helped me? I don’t know if I can see him again, but I’m very thankful to that person. Without him, that bastard—I mean Yohan—would have tortured me to death."

I sensed Gusion freeze for a moment, and instinctively, I looked at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing," he quickly shook his head as he finished applying the ointment and handed me the jar. "And I’m sure that whoever helped you would be happy hearing you say that."

He then stood up and downed his tea in one swift gulp. "I’ll be going now since I still have an appointment to attend."

"Wait!" I called after him, rushing back to the kitchen. I grabbed two pouches filled with delicacies I had made yesterday night because of Macaron disturbing me that he’s craving for sweets. "I’ve made too many of these, so this one is for you, and make sure to give this one to whoever helped me."

Gusion accepted the pouches with a grin. "Thank you for this, Remillia. I’ll be sure to deliver it," he said, heading for the door.

"Bye!" I waved as he left, and once the door clicked shut, I moved back to clean up the table.

But when I returned, I found that the desserts were already gone. "Seriously, Macaron! You didn’t even left me any crumbs!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

Macaron only giggled at my response.