My Skills Have No Limits : Transmigirated In A Novel as An Extra-Chapter 51: Intent

"I don’t get it... Frickon, and dumb..." Lycoris spoke, her voice trailing off toward the end, just as Aziel unexpectedly cut her off.

"Wait, so he isn’t?"

Lycoris met Aziel’s invisible eyes, scanning his posture carefully. He looked on the verge of jumping into another bold claim. To her, Aziel seemed like someone who believed whatever he said with the whole of his heart, as if he had witnessed it himself.

"No, I think that he is," she replied after brief consideration, her eyes flickering toward Alkroz, who had once again stood up to pour himself another cup of powdered stone.

Hearing her answer, Aziel’s excitement faded almost instantly, his expression settling back into calm neutrality as his mind drifted elsewhere, settling on his chair.

"Aziel, can you collect the papers you both conversed on? I want to read them later," Lycoris asked, her gaze hovering over the scattered mess of documents splintered across the floor.

"Hmm, me? I don’t want to. Do it yourself, please," Aziel murmured, closing his eyes, seeking a moment’s quiet for himself.

"If you constantly prove to be of no help, I might consider not assisting you with your grand scheme. It’s not labor I ask, it’s just that I still find it hard to read in your language. I’ll take hours just to figure out which are reports and which are conversations." She said coldly, though a faint blush of red crept upon her cheeks at the end.

Aziel’s eyes lit open at the sudden retaliation.

"I do not recall asking you for your assistance," he said evenly. "However, you are indeed correct. I will have to rely on you for certain tasks I have in mind."

He spoke in an extraordinary menacing voice, such that even Lycoris could feel his intent leaking, already trying to reshape the realm.

She hesitated, but eventually nodded, as Aziel rose slowly from the chair, his silhouette briefly bending the surrounding glow.

Aziel rose slowly from his chair, leaned down, and picked up the nearest crumpled paper he could reach. He uncrumpled it with a practiced ease, the faint rasp of the wrinkled sheet cutting through the room’s stillness.

Yet what he saw wasn’t what he expected. Instead of written notes or dialogue, a complex diagram sprawled across the page, intricate, almost alive, etched with symbols and words he couldn’t comprehend, even though they were written in his own language.

Frowning slightly, he reached for another paper, straightened it, and found the same, more cryptic sketches, lines that looped and crossed like veins, whispering of meaning just out of reach.

His gaze wandered over the room. Crumpled papers were everywhere, scattered across the floor like remnants of a storm, forming a chaotic landscape of thought and failure.

"This... it’s going to take some time, I think," Aziel muttered under his breath, a note of resignation slipping through his tone as he realized the task he’d taken upon himself might be far more complex than it first appeared.

By the time the needle on Alkroz’s watch had swept an angle far wider than Aziel could ever bend his human body, he had finally managed to gather all the papers that might serve his purpose.

Meanwhile, Lycoris and Alkroz sat sipping their powdered liquid, engrossed in a conversation that sounded suspiciously meaningful. Aziel had tried, unsuccessfully, to eavesdrop more than once, catching only the faint hum of their voices.

At last, he approached the duo, the bundle of papers clutched tightly in his hands, and slammed them down at the center of the desk with a thud that sent ripples through their containers.

Without missing a beat, he reached out and snatched Alkroz’s cup, reminding himself that this was already the man’s ninth serving. Almost spilling the contents, Aziel brought it toward his mouth, then froze, pausing mere inches away.

’Wait a second... do I even need to drink this?’ Aziel thought, the container hovering near his camouflaged lips.

’It feels kind of weird drinking this in this body. Heck, why did I even snatch it?’ A faint sigh crossed his mind.

’ Perhaps out of jealousy, I think?’

His grip slackened, and the container slipped free, surrendering to gravity.

But before it could hit the ground, Lycoris moved, her hand shot out with inhuman precision, catching it midair. The motion was so swift and clean that it almost looked rehearsed, unfitting for her petite, fragile frame.

Unfortunately, in that same instant, her own container slipped from her other hand, tumbling onto the desk. A soft clatter echoed, followed by a splash that spread dark streaks across the freshly assembled papers Aziel had just presented moments ago.

Aziel stared at the spreading stain in stunned silence, his expression blank, too calm to be real, though if focused too carefully, a faint smirk could be figured out on his lips.

A drop slid off the edge of the desk. Another followed.

Then he exhaled slowly through his nose. "...You’ve got to be kidding me."

Lycoris blinked once, realizing what she’d done. "That wasn’t my fault. You dropped yours first."

"That’s some wild logic," Aziel said, his tone flat but eyes twitching in disbelief. "So by saving my cup, you decided to baptize the documents instead?"

Alkroz, still sipping his ninth serving like a spectator at a theatre, gave a soft chuckle. "Well, technically, she did save the cup. The contents were never part of the deal."

Aziel turned his head slowly toward him. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"Very much," Alkroz said, not even bothering to hide his grin.

Lycoris set the rescued cup aside with exaggerated care. "Relax. I’ll help dry them. It’s not like your grand scheme’s going to collapse over a few drops of powdered liquid. And it’s my problem not yours, I was the one going to read them."

Aziel’s gaze lowered to the soaked pages, their ink bleeding into each other, forming strange, serpentine shapes that almost looked alive. "You sure about that?" he muttered.

"Don’t pretend like you don’t know that the written part can no longer be recovered."

The room fell quiet again. Neither Lycoris nor Alkroz answered.