I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 203

Glacier growled softly, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to express comfort.

"H-How did you get here?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I reached out to gently rub his massive body.

He responded with a deep purr, a sound that resonated through his chest and made me feel at ease.

I turned my attention back to the screen, where the reporter’s voice was still filled with anxiety.

"The Frostbane that was being pursued for relocation has just vanished!" the anchor exclaimed, disbelief evident in their tone. "Even the heroes are baffled by how it disappeared without a trace..."

But I couldn’t concentrate on the news anymore. My focus was entirely on Glacier, who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere.

"Macaron... can you explain how Glacier can teleport?" I asked, my voice tight with a mix of curiosity and worry.

[Let me clarify that for you,] the system chimed in my mind.

"So?" I prompted, eager for answers.

[Frostbanes are generally elusive by nature and they have the intelligence level of humans. So researchers can’t gather more information about them. They hire illegal poachers to hunt down Frostbanes alive but because they’re too slippery to catch so they can’t help but shoot them down. Frostbanes has an ability that makes them unique to most beasts. Their ability is teleportation,] the system said.

I blinked in disbelief, trying to process the information. "Teleportation? So, Glacier just... vanished and reappeared here?"

[Correct. Frostbanes can manipulate space around them, allowing them to teleport short distances. It’s a defense mechanism, a way to escape threats. They’re incredibly intelligent creatures, capable of understanding their surroundings and making quick decisions,] the system explained.

Glacier nuzzled against my hand, his icy blue eyes watching me intently. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding on the TV screen.

"But why would he come here? Is he safe?" I asked, my heart racing. The news report had painted a grim picture of the situation outside, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that Glacier had put himself in danger by appearing.

[He likely sensed your distress,] the system replied. [Frostbanes are known to form strong bonds with those they trust. It’s possible he felt your emotions and chose to teleport to your side for comfort and protection.]

I glanced back at Glacier, who seemed to sense my worry. He let out another soft growl, this time more reassuring, as if to say that everything would be alright.

"Well, I guess he can teleport back and forth between his habitat and here if he wants to me," I said in defeat. "I’m just glad you’re okay."

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I was a bit late to class because Glacier wouldn’t let me go. Every time I tried to leave, he would instantly teleport beside me, blocking my path with his massive form. I thought I would get caught but I was relieved that the other students were already in class; otherwise, the whole academy might have erupted into chaos.

Fortunately, Macaron arrived just in time, scolding Glacier nonstop in an attempt to distract him. Glacier groaned and bickered with Macaron. I sighed in relief as I finally guided them back inside my room, rushing off to my first class.

I quietly slipped into the classroom while the professor was writing on the board, his back turned to the students. The atmosphere was filled with the soft sounds of scribbling and the faint rustle of pages turning. I took a seat at the back, hoping to catch up on what I had missed without drawing too much attention to myself.

I jotted down notes, but as soon as I heard familiar terms, I decided to stop writing. Instead, I scrolled through my phone silently, as the topic the professor was discussing was already well-known to me. I liked to do advance reading so I could focus on more important things.

While I was watching a knock-knock reel on my phone, I felt something hit my desk. I looked up just in time to see a crumpled piece of paper flung at me. I ignored it, pushing it aside with a nonchalant wave. A second later, another crumpled paper was tossed in my direction, this one hitting me squarely on the head. I continued to ignore it, never raising my gaze from my phone.

I thought it would finally stop—until dozens of crumpled papers cluttered my desk, filling every available space. Frustration bubbled up inside me. Without hesitation, I quickly sat up straight and glared at the person responsible.

My eyes locked onto Adrian. ’What does he need this time?’ I wondered, my patience thinning as I prepared to confront him.

He was mouthing something, and I creased my forehead in confusion. What the hell was he trying to say?

"Instead of mouthing what you’re saying, why can’t you just tell me?" I whispered, irritation creeping into my tone.

He was acting as if he was being discreet, but in reality, he was just one seat away, sitting beside me.

Adrian sighed and moved closer, settling beside me. "What I’m saying is—do you know Erina Gassos?"

"Erina Gassos? Who is that?" I replied, trying to recall where I had heard that name before.

"You don’t know her?" Adrian asked, raising an eyebrow. "But the caretaker said you know every single one of them."

"Everyone? Who exactly did you hear that from?" I pressed, feeling a bit suspicious.

"From the male caretaker at Golden Horizon," Adrian said casually.

Male? I remembered meting a sweet old lady was the one who I met the first time I went there. He must not have met the old lady when he went there.

"Oh, right," I said, feigning nonchalance. "I know Erina Gassos."

"So? What is she like? Is she a grumpy old woman? Is she cruel to others? Did she mention that she has no family?" Adrian sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I listened quietly to his ramblings.

Evangeline Gassos, or rather, Evangeline Lerin, had a past filled with pain and sacrifice. She protected him by leaving, knowing that staying would put both of them in danger. The reason she killed her husband—and Adrian’s father—was because he was a Rogue, and he had plans to use Adrian as an experiment—half human, half Rogue.

Back then, Rogue hunting was brutal. The order was to eliminate all relatives connected to Rogues, leaving no one behind. Evangeline had no choice but to kill her husband to keep Adrian safe. To ensure his survival, she left him in an orphanage, hoping he’d have a chance at a normal life.

For years, Evangeline longed to see her son at least once, but she couldn’t risk being found. She was still hunted by her husband’s subordinates, who were Rogues themselves.

In the end, Evangeline died alone, never having the chance to see her son one last time.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Adrian’s voice broke through my reverie.

"I’m wondering whether you know... she left something behind?" he asked again, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes, she did left something," I replied, my mind racing.

"Where is it?" Adrian pressed eagerly. "Do you have it?"

"Why don’t you check at the memorial?" I suggested.

"Where’s that?" he asked, looking puzzled.

I quickly scribbled the address on a piece of paper and was about to hand it to him when suddenly, a voice interrupted us from right in front. "What are the two of you doing?"

"Startled, Adrian and I shrieked in surprise, instinctively hugging each other in shock. The piece of paper slipped from my hand and fluttered to the ground as the professor stooped to pick it up.

"An address?" the professor glared at us, his eyes narrowing. "Are the two of you meeting in secret?"

The students erupted into teasing laughter. "Ooohhh..." they chorused, their playful jeers echoing around the room.

Only then did I realize the awkward position we had found ourselves in. Adrian and I were tightly hugging, and the professor must have mistaken our embrace as a sign that we were discussing our date plans.

Panicking, we quickly tried to break apart, but in the process, my hair got caught in Adrian’s uniform jacket. Adrian hesitated, carefully trying to free my hair without pulling too hard, making it look as though we were unwilling to part from each other.

The professor, observing the scene, scowled and crossed his arms. "Remillia Lockhart! Joshua Alto! Dating isn’t allowed inside the academy’s premises!" he scolded sternly.

Wincing, I hurriedly responded, "W-We aren’t dating, sir," as we finally managed to untangle my hair from his jacket. We stepped back from each other, cheeks flushed, trying to act as if nothing unusual had just happened.

As I responded, I sensed three pairs of eyes fixed intently on me. A shiver ran down my spine, and I hesitated, afraid to look around carelessly, especially with the professor still scrutinizing me.

"Remillia Lockhart, you’re the top of this class, right?" the professor asked sternly.

"Y-Yes, sir," I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

"Then I want you to stand in front," he instructed, pointing in front.