Reborn As An Extra In My Own Novel-Chapter 43: Raining Days

"Hello."

Behind my door, dressed in a long ash trench coat, a knitted scarf, and a white long-sleeved shirt, was Frieren, holding up a bag.

"Princess, you know it isn’t proper to visit a man’s room unannounced." I offered my comment but not before taking the bag of treats she brought. From the label on the nylon bag, I could tell the restaurant it came from—and it was freaking expensive.

I bowed slightly. "I humbly accept your generous offering, Your Majesty."

Frieren chuckled softly before stepping inside.

"Aren’t you supposed to ask for permission first?"

She turned, her eyes widening, then as if startled, she placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh, how rude of me. I assumed being the princess granted me full access to your room."

"I don’t think that logic applies in Noctis."

"Hahaha, I know... But if we get married, I would have the right, wouldn’t I?"

I almost slipped where I stood. The words I had just read in the thought section flashed briefly through my mind, making me blush faintly. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

I cleared my throat before responding. "I don’t think a princess should be making jokes like that."

Frieren paused, then stepped closer to me. "But I’m being serious."

I narrowed my gaze as she approached within just a few meters of my face. "What if I say no?"

She smiled broadly and traced a finger across my chest. "If something like that does happen, then I suppose something will have to happen in this room. What do you think the world will say when they find out?"

My heart sank for a moment. ’She is dangerous,’ I mused, though my smile didn’t waver.

In that moment, I felt fear—not the fear of drifters or assassins, but a different kind of fear, like prey staring into the eyes of its predator.

Frieren brushed my blue shirt lightly. "That’s enough of that."

She promptly removed her jacket and sat down on the bed. From where I stood, I could see a hint of her upper undergarment—her well-defined curves and figure were impossible to overlook. And yes, I did try, desperately so.

Both her upper and lower features could make any man drool. The only thing holding me back was my natural self-control.

The princess smiled as I turned my head shyly.

"Can you bring out the pastries I brought?" She paused, then added in a soft voice, "Should I prepare tea, or will you do it today?"

’What does she mean by: today?’

Moving into the kitchen, I began preparing a cup of tea and another cup of coffee for myself.

The preparation process wasn’t that difficult—but her brief glances were an issue.

One of the few reasons I couldn’t even consider dating someone like Frieren, at least for now—was because of her talent.

There was no way I could be with a girl who wasn’t just slightly unhinged and manipulative, but also a princess. And worst of all: she could see the future.

That meant she’d be observing my every move, and with full justification to do so.

It didn’t take long to finish the tea. I returned to the bed, where Frieren already sat, playing on her phone.

"I never knew you were into games?"

I didn’t say that just to start a conversation—I was genuinely surprised.

It wasn’t like I could write a backstory and hobby for every single character.

To be honest, I didn’t even know that much about Matt. That made me reconsider if the reason my novel was canceled was because it was actually bad.

I sighed and placed the cup of tea on the table I usually used as a laptop stand.

"Hmm... I played it a bit as a kid, but later I got kind of addicted."

I could feel the burden Frieren carried as a royal in her tone. She was just a normal girl like every other first-year student, but the only difference was that most of them hadn’t grown up in a toxic family where existence meant proving oneself.

"Well, I play games too."

Frieren glanced at the V.R pod and smiled. "Yeah."

We sat side by side for what felt like an hour without speaking, the only sound being the occasional sip from our cups.

It was fascinating how people could have such unique traits, even in the little world I created.

Like how any time I was with Matt, we either argued over a topic or had a battle between sarcasm and bluntness—sometimes a bit of bragging too, like when I told him I made this world and he didn’t believe me, even wanted to strangle me.

On the other hand, time with Anica was mostly storytelling or debates over the best positions for naps, maybe a few food talks, and some movie watching.

While moments with Amy or Hari usually strained my vocal cords.

But the feeling I had now, sitting beside Frieren, was a little warmer. I didn’t need to say too much or too little—just the right amount.

"Kai."

I turned my head as Frieren called. "Mmm..."

"After the Deerheart case, something might happen to both you and the academy, but I want you to know, you won’t die. So always do your best." Her tone was a bit grim, but I nodded.

As the creator, I knew how accurate Frieren’s visions were. And adding to the strange message I received the day I was transmigrated, I was certain—

I would die in this arc.

’Thinking about my death so casually... I must be insane.’

But I couldn’t deny it. The evidence was clear. Yet something else was also clear:

I would return from death—with the help of Weaving. But for that to happen, I first needed to understand what Weaving truly was.

"Thanks, Frieren."

Frieren smiled while facing the floor, then whispered, "If we win, Kai... call me darling."

My face turned crimson. "What?"

Frieren looked up at me, her face even redder than mine. "Promise me."

"I can’t, Princess." I replied.

She then smiled faintly, her bangs casting a shadow over her dark golden eyes that seemed tinged with green. "Even if I share everything from my visions?"

"That’s..."

Before I could finish, she stood abruptly and took her jacket. "Nothing is free in this world, Kai. So if you want the information you need the most... prepare to give something in return." She paused mid-way to the door. "A name isn’t much, is it?"

My heart was still trying to process what had just occurred as the door closed behind her. ’What the hell?’ I covered my face in embarrassment, my heart throbbing like a war drum.

’Things just keep getting more complicated.’

Yet I couldn’t ignore her words. The princess knew what I desired, but was I truly willing to call her by that name in exchange?

I let out a heavy sigh, my fingers running through my bangs.

My eyes shifted to the untouched pastries still in their packs, and slowly drifted toward a piece of paper bearing a number. On it was written: Darling.

"Damn females."

Today was supposed to be my little break—but it seemed I wasn’t destined for things like breaks.