I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 161

The midterms finally began. However, Glacial Sphere Academy’s second-semester midterm period felt emptier than the first. The absence of reporters and family members were due to the mess that happened during the last midterm.

Stories even circulated among the students about the faculty that are considering eliminating midterms entirely to avoid further disruptions.

As I walked through the crowded hallways, the atmosphere was thick with tension and anxiety. Students clustered together, faces a mix of stress and disappointment, all echoing the same sentiment: "Today’s test was way too hard."

"Yeah, what was up with that hell-mode difficulty? Shouldn’t we sue the one who made the tests?" one student grumbled, slumping against the wall, his notebook hanging limply at his side.

"Pussy, just because of the difficulty you want to sue the professor?" another shot back, snickering.

"Hahaha," came a chorus of laughter, ringing through the air.

"Whatever! How many points did you get anyway?" one of them asked, eyebrows raised in challenge.

"26," came the defiant reply.

"Over a hundred and fifty points? Lol," another chimed in, laughter erupting like a wave.

"Stupid, hahaha," the first student shot back, his frustration giving way to laughter.

I couldn’t help but listen to their conversation as I pass by them.

"Hey, Remillia!" A familiar voice broke through the chatter, and I turned to see Cypher racing towards me, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a look of urgency.

"Oh hey, Cypher. How did you do on the exam?" I asked, shifting my weight to one foot.

"It was... good," he said, still catching his breath. "By the way, are you going to the library?"

"Nope, I’m heading back to my room," I replied, gauging his expression.

His eyes lit up. "Oh, can I stay at your room then and help me study?" he asked looking at me with puppy eyes.

"Study? But it’s exam week right now though?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I’m struggling with a certain subject," he admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

It was unusual for Cypher, the academy’s top performer before I appeared, to face difficulties in any subject. I guess even geniuses had their blind spots, I reminded myself.

"Of cou—" I was about to agree when another voice chimed in.

"Remillia! I need your help!"

I turned to see Ezekiel sprinting towards me, his face a mask of determination.

"Let me guess, you need help studying too?" I asked, amused.

Ezekiel nodded eagerly. "There’s this formula I can’t seem to get right. I always mess up my solution before I can even finish," he explained, wincing as if embarrassed to admit it.

I chuckled at his reaction. Even with his genius status, it was clear he wasn’t above asking for help. "Of course! Let’s head to the library together," I said, shifting my direction to go to the library with them. Just then, my smartwatch buzzed, interrupting the moment.

"Of course let’s just go together at the library," I said and changed my direction but my smartwatch interrupted me again.

[The mission you accepted from Adrian Lerin is coming to an end. Please confirm at the Scarlet Phantom website if you accomplished or failed the mission to update the sender.]

Oh right. I’d nearly forgotten about this other important task. My thoughts of study were abruptly cut off at the reminder of my assassination mission. I was supposed to have completed this earlier.

"Sorry but I can’t help you! I need to go somewhere else!" I quickly changed my direction as I shouted back at Cypher and Ezekiel as I pivoted on my heel, sprinting towards my room.

Inside, I quickly activated my Spectral Seal and accessed the Noblesee Codex, focusing intently for Evangeline Lerin and described all her information given to me.

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Name: Evangeline Lerin

Status: Dead

Sex: Female

Specie: Human

Location: #34 Gubenchy Street, Krain, Aeonia

Six years ago, she stayed in a retirement center and died there

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After committing the details to memory, I deactivated my skills and headed toward the portal station, my mind already racing with thoughts of what to do next.

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Vulak, Caballeni

"What the..."

Inside the opulent Ruby Mansion of the Salvadore family, Aranea and Lucien were glued to the screens displaying the security footage of Friday’s chaotic assassination incident.

"Perfection as expected," Lucien mused, a sinister smile curling at the edges of his lips.

Talon’s craftsmanship was indeed flawless. Every security camera had been deliberately repositioned into blind spots, expertly concealing the assassin’s movements.

The only question that lingered in Lucien’s mind was whether the assassin had been disguised as a guest or was someone who had previously gained the family’s trust. Witnesses had reported seeing Feliciano with a gaping slit in his neck, bleeding profusely.

Feliciano had been unaware of his assassination, succumbing so swiftly that he hadn’t felt the blade slashing his throat like a pig which Lucien was instantly delighted.

The assassin, however, disappeared as though he never existed. He had escaped from Vulak, which was deep inside Salvadore family’s sphere of influence, without leaving behind any trace.

"The assassin must have used traditional methods," Lucien muttered, expensive leather gloves stretched tight around his fingers as he replayed the footage for the third time, desperate to find even the faintest glimmer of evidence.

"Did he use a dagger?" Aranea ventured, eyes narrowing as she focused on the footage.

"No way," Lucien shook his head dismissively. "Daggers are the least effective weapons out there. They’re basically training tools for children." He paused, wrestling with a thought. "Unless the user infused their mana into it, it might be capable of dispatching a novice-grade monster. But as far as I know, no one in Talon Mercenary is trained to use daggers like that."

Despite the nature of the wound, Lucien found the notion troubling. Daggers generally served little purpose beyond the lowest tiers of combat. There was simply no reason for a skilled assassin to resort to one.

"But it certainly looks like it was done with a dagger, doesn’t it?" Aranea murmured, a hint of disbelief in her voice. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"How could a dagger even breach the protection barrier Feliciano had cast on himself?" Lucien posed the question, frustration simmering within him.

That’s right. He specifically didn’t mention about this part when he sent this mission to the Talon Mercenaries. Feliciano, despite his many lackings, had been bold enough to siphon funds from their family operations to equip himself with a high-grade protection barrier.

Me and my sister could never have assassinated him ourselves without knowing whether their plan would falter against his defenses. However, the assassin had exceeded his expectations by swiftly completing the assignment in one swift move.

Lucien’s expression hardened. "You need to keep your mouth shut about this, understand? Don’t say a word, no matter what happens. We are not involved in any of this, got it?"

This was a secret that must remain buried with them.

The Godfather of the Salvadore family was fiercely protective of his kin. He would undoubtedly be furious about Feliciano’s death, regardless of how foolish he had been. It was his unyielding belief that the punishment of a family member be handled with the utmost formality and decorum—a horrible violation of the family code that could unleash his wrath.

"...Of course, I already know that," Aranea replied, nodding in a way that suggested her annoyance at needing to be reminded of such an obvious thing.

"...." However, Lucien remained unconvinced. Despite their familial bond, a nagging doubt crept into his mind. In countless movies and tales, it was always someone like her—a seemingly loyal sibling—who ended up making a crucial mistake, blurting out something that could expose them.

He couldn’t afford to take that risk.

With a snap of his fingers, a shimmering piece of parchment appeared from thin air, landing crisply in his hand. It was a magic contract.

"Aranea," he said, his voice dropping into a serious tone, "I need you to sign this."

"What’s that supposed to be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. There was a flicker of surprise in her normally composed demeanor, but curiosity won out.

"It’s a magic contract," he explained, unfurling it on the sleek mahogany desk between them. "If we sign it, it will bind us to keep this a secret. No matter what happens, you can’t speak of Feliciano’s death to anyone. Not even to your closest friends. This is for our protection," he added, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"Seriously? You think I would blab?" Aranea crossed her arms defiantly, resentment flaring up in her chest.

Lucien leaned in, his gaze intense. "If this leaks, you know what could happen to us both. We’d be exposed, and the Godfather would show no mercy."

"Fine," she finally conceded, albeit reluctantly. "But if I sign this, you’d better be sure that it’s necessary."

"Just sign it," Lucien urged, his voice firm yet earnest.

With a frustrated sigh, Aranea reached for the quill resting beside the contract. As she signed her name, she grumbled under her breath, muttering words of anger that fell silent as her signature dried.