I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162

Golden Horizon Home

The retirement center where Evangeline Lerin resided was nestled in the outskirts of Aeonia, its exterior painted a peaceful shade of golden beige.

Decorative flowers adorned the entrance, and serene pathways guided visitors to the entrance, creating a welcoming facade that suggested comfort and care.

I approached the entrance, taking in the soft sounds of laughter and conversation drifting through the air. Steeling my nerves, I knocked on the door.

The door swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman, likely a caregiver, with a warm smile that immediately put me at ease. Just as I prepared to return the gesture and introduce myself, she spoke in cheerful recognition.

"Wow, it’s been a while since you came, Remillia!"

"...Sorry?" Caught off guard, I staggered backward mentally, akin to a hammer hitting the back of my head. However, I quickly collected myself.

It was entirely possible that the real Remillia had visited frequently enough to create a bond with the people here. After all, this place was only thirty minutes from her original apartment.

Thinking about it now, this place was only 30 minutes away from Remillia’s original apartment. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Ah... yes, nice to meet you. It’s been a while," I replied with a forced smile, feeling the weight of my charade.

To my relief, my response seemed to satisfy the caregiver, who gestured for me to enter. "You must be busy with all the hero training lately. What brings you here? Come in, come in!"

"You must be busy with Hero training lately. What brings you here? Ah, come in." The caregiver invited me inside, and I followed her in.

I stepped inside, greeted by a spacious interior which seemed bigger than from the outside. The living room buzzed with warmth, filled with elderly residents engaged in conversations, some huddled together around chess pieces while others played bingo. Some of them noticed me and laughed heartily.

"...." I took in the vibrant atmosphere; it felt both comforting and homey. The caregiver turned her attention back to me, her anticipation evident.

"It’s been almost a year! How has it been?" she asked, eager for an update on my life.

"Ah, you see..." I hesitated, grappling with how to bring up the topic.

"Yeah?" The caregiver waited, her keen interest prompting me to answer.

"...Um, it’s about Erina Gassos," I finally said, deciding to target the purpose of my visit.

"Erina... Oh, that foreigner woman?" A flicker of recognition highlighted the caregiver’s expression, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

I nodded, conflicted emotions swirling within me. It was becoming clearer that the real Remillia had some kind of relationship with Evangeline Lerin—likely more significant than I had anticipated. The new author must have done something to make things difficult once again, the author probably didn’t expect me to arrive here so soon.

"Yes, I was wondering if there was anything she left behind," I said, forcing myself to remain composed.

The caregiver furrowed her brow in thought. "Let me think... I don’t think she specifically asked us to take care of it, but there was something," she replied, her voice trailing off.

"Is it a letter?" I pressed, my heart racing.

"Huh? Oh, yes, a letter. How did you know?" The caregiver’s surprise barely concealed her interest.

My eyes opened wide. "Where is that letter? Can I see it?" I asked, my excitement barely hidden.

"It’s in the memorial along with his ashes. Why?" the caregiver asked, her brow furrowing slightly, perhaps sensing my interest.

"Ah, well..." I scrambled for an explanation. I didn’t know much about the original Remillia’s personality, but from the caregiver’s gentle demeanor and the smiles of the other retirees, I deduced that Remillia must have been friendly and well-liked.

"Well, she and I had a promise..." I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"Oh, did you? That’s lovely. Right, I remember now! You used to enjoy chatting with the residents here and listening to their stories. If I recall correctly, her ashes are kept inside the Carpa Memorial," the caregiver added.

"Thank you so much," I replied gratefully, offering her a kind smile. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I departed the warmth of the living room, my mind racing with thoughts as I made my way to the memorial.

Carpa Memorial

"Hmm. Where should I go next?" I pondered aloud, casting my gaze around the memorial. This was my first time visiting such a somber space, and the sheer number of urns lining the walls was both solemn and overwhelming.

I scratched my neck nervously, stepping further inside, each step echoing softly against the polished floor.

Thanks to my skill, I was able to identify the name I sought without too much difficulty. I navigated through rows and rows of urns—some ornate, others simple—each one holding within it memories of the dead. At last, I found it: "Erina Gassos."

The urn was placed inside a small drawer, nestled among a few trinkets. Alongside the urn was a framed photograph of an elderly woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, and a neatly folded envelope.

Stepping closer, I was about to reach for the envelope when I suddenly withdrew my hand. It felt all wrong for me to be the one to read it first. The letter belonged to her son, Adrian Lerin, or at least to someone who held a stake in Evangeline’s memory.

Instead, I turned slightly away and opened my smartwatch to access the Scarlet Phantom website, navigating quickly to my account and searching for Adrian Lerin’s contact to send him a message.

Scarlet Phantom: Verification Services

Dear Client,

We are happy to inform you that we have located Evangeline Lerin. The information you want to hear costs 500 million Glacium. Please complete the payment first if you still want the information that will be provided.

With regards,

Verification Services

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The written exam flew by in a breeze, and the combat exam had begun. The first event was a squad battle.

It had similar rules to the first semester duel but was conducted between two squads.

"Team Craine will be on offense, Team Vossaryn will be on defense!" The instructor who will be judging us shouted from the platform.

Our squad was in the first battle of the day.

Our squad was the first to take the stage, and adrenaline surged through me as I looked across at Team Vossaryn. Their leader, Kaelan Vossaryn, stood confidently at the front of his team. Rumor had it that he was a top-class warrior, with lineage stretching back to the legendary Aric Vossaryn1.

"Ready!" A voice boomed from the instructor’s platform, snapping me from my thoughts.

There were many spectators watching the battle. Of course, it was practically empty because there are no guests, family, or reporters compared to the previous midterm exam, but many cadets still came by to watch. It was to be expected as Ezekiel’s squad and Kaelan’s squad were participating.

"Get into formation," Ezekiel said.

We fell into the arrangement we had prepared, aligning ourselves with precision. Ezekiel and Alena Mordue, the two front fighters, took their positions at the forefront, ready to engage. Hannah Rustov, our supporter, stood protectively between me and Adrian, guarding our rear flank

I could slowly feel the adrenaline coursing through me as I readied my daggers. I leaned in toward Hannah, urgency in my voice. "You don’t need to protect me. Focus on protecting Joshua."

"What? Why?" Hannah shot back, confusion creasing her brow.

"You can’t keep up with my speed since I’ll be quickly taking out their mage," I explained, keeping my voice low enough so that our leader won’t hear me straying from our plan.

"Wait! What about the pla—" Hannah started, her worries emerging, but the judge cut her off with a booming shout.

"Let the match begin!"

The arena for the team duel was a stark contrast to the one-on-one Colosseum-like structure we had faced in the first semester. This time, we stood in a wide rectangular arena.

As soon as the judge signaled the start of the duel, the arena morphed, the air rippling as rocky hills and narrow ravines took shape, providing strategic cover and ambush points. I could almost feel my blood pulse with excitement as I prepared to spring into action. They served as obstacles separating the two teams, but they helped me more than they hindered me.

"Alena and I will charge forward. Everyone else can slowly chase after us while supporting us from the back," Ezekiel shouted, rallying the squad.

But I had other plans. Without hesitation, I leaped up to a sturdy branch of a nearby tree, gaining a vantage point that would put me in the perfect position to strike.

"Um, Remillia?" Ezekiel’s voice drifted up, tinged with confusion.

I smiled down at him and gestured with confidence. "Go ahead. I’ll act as an assassin and disrupt the enemy squad’s composition."

He hesitated for a split second, but then nodded at my response. He and Alena charged forward, swords glinting in the manipulated sunlight of the arena. I watched them go then I took off, leaping from tree to tree, using the branches for cover and high ground.

"...!"

Aric Vossaryn is said to be a direct descendant of the legendary King Arthur, famed for his noble heart and unparalleled prowess in battle. According to lore, he wielded Excalibur, the enchanted sword, and led the Knights of the Round Table, uniting the realm of Camelot and defending it against the forces of chaos. His bravery and wisdom continue to be celebrated in tales passed down through the generations, inspiring many to carry on his legacy of chivalry and honor.