The Nameless Extra: I Proofread This World

’What the hell just happened?’

Ruvian’s eyes moved quickly as he tried to figure out what had just happened.

He was looking for the missing factor, the unknown variable that changed the situation. After checking everything, he confirmed that none of them were the one who delivered that attack to Ardyn.

His gaze flicked toward Delila, who had remained composed through the entire duel, but now... now her smile was gone, replaced by a feeling far more jarring.

She looked stunned.

But she wasn’t looking at Ardyn.

Her gaze had shifted forward, toward the front of the hall, where the heavy doors had been left half-open.

Then came the footsteps, entering the hall.

A woman dressed in the silver-and-black of a senior instructor’s attire. Even if she was not wearing her uniform, everyone could still tell that she was someone with great authority.

The pressure she gave off made it clear.

Ruvian recognised her vividly.

Class A Chief Instructor, the woman that was assigned to Hall A meanwhile her assistant, Delila was assigned by her to monitor Hall B.

Veliana Kareth.

She looked around the room with clear disapproval. Her eyes were sharp and cold, showing only irritation and no patience at all.

She stopped for a moment and let the silence fill the room before she began to speak.

"Why is this not over yet?"

"Instructor Delila, I’ve completed everything on my end, including the post-duel reports from Hall A. I should be expecting the same for this Hall B. So why is this room still active?"

Her eyes landed on Delila at last.

Delila, still stunned, had the expression of someone who had both forgotten the time and known, deep down, that this was coming. Her composure faltered further beneath that gaze.

Veliana sighed quietly.

"The allotted session time has passed its limit. End the match now. Retrieve your wounded. And prepare your class for transition to the next session," she said.

Then, without softening her glare, she added, "And you, Delila. Did I not instruct you to trace your time boundaries precisely? This is an academic institution, not an amateur arena. When I say 1 hour. It’s 1 hour.’

She turned away before Delila could answer.

"So, end the session... NOW!"

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[Veliana’s POV]

The door clicked shut behind her.

Above, a lone orb hovered near the ceiling, exhaling a cold, bluish light that swept across polished wood and fine lacquer.

The illumination carved soft shadows into the creases of bookshelves that stood against the walls. Every grimoire sat aligned neatly.

Veliana stepped in, her pace as fluid as the confidence that radiated from her. She peeled off her gloves, then tossed them onto the desk.

On the wall, framed behind enchanted glass, were her personal records.

Certificates of achievement and letters penned in formal ink by heads of division.

And above it all... portraits. Dozens of them. In each one, she was draped in ceremonial white, her gaze always angled forward.

Veliana’s hand moved absently, brushing away a thin layer of dust that had dared to settle on her desk.

With a soft sigh, she sank into the high-backed chair.

Then came the knock.

"Come in," she said, her voice smooth.

The door opened, and Delila stepped through, her entrance as stiff as her posture.

The woman’s expression changed for a brief moment. The calm look on her face was not as steady as before. There was clear tension in her eyes and around her mouth, but she forced herself to stay composed.

She was holding onto her professionalism with great effort, following the rules and protocol so she would not show her true frustration.

It was obvious that only her sense of duty was keeping her from losing control.

Delila gave a rushed, shallow bow, her head dipping just far enough to satisfy her peers before snapping up again.

Veliana watched her carefully.

"I assume you’ve come to explain," she said.

Delila flinched, barely noticeably, and her eyes flicked downward to the desk. And then, they rose and met the crimson gaze that had been waiting for her.

Veliana’s blonde hair was tied into a bun.

"Instructor Delila," Veliana said, and this time her voice thinned.

"At what minute did you lose control of your class?"

Delila’s lips parted, but her reply hesitated.

"There was a bit of resistance," she said finally, the words dry, compacted by tension. "The scholars... it escalated before I—"

"What did you mean by resistance?" Veliana echoed.

"Listen here, Delila. You couldn’t manage the resistance of Class E scholars, and yet you campaign to oversee Class A?"

The air collapsed between them.

’This is the standard. If she can’t hold the reins on a stage like this, she has no business near the spotlight.’

Delila’s throat moved as she swallowed.

Her hands curled at her side, then unclenched.

"Leave. I don’t want to hear any excuses. Take this as a lesson. Then, send me the report. Everything that happened in your hall."

Delila hesitated, just for a while.

Then she gave a bow that looked polite on the outside, but it felt more like she was trying to back away and escape the situation than showing true respect.

"I... I understand. I’ll prepare the report for Hall B," she said, her voice scraping together the last remnants of formality before she turned and exited through the door.

Veliana sighed, then moved her fingers toward the manacrystal embedded at the edge of her desk.

The crystal responded with a low thrum, and the wall to her left came alive with a shimmer of static.

Later, a composite of visual recordings from the joint session came out. Angled feeds hovered midair, each marked with timestamps, and segments.

Her gaze moved past the chaos.

She found Rosalin’s match first in seconds.

Veliana watched the initial stance, the first clash of blade and spell, and the ripples it caused in the room.

But her eyes weren’t on Rosalin.

They slid to the side of the screen.

There, seated quietly, almost forgettably, was a young man from Class E.

Dark hair, pale skin that caught the glow of the overhead orb.

’Is this the scholar that Delila mentioned who had challenged her authority?’

’Hmm...’

In the second match, he walked over to two others, teammates, presumably, and said something as if they were discussing.

Veliana’s eyes narrowed further. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"How come Delila can’t handle even a single scholar from Class E?" she sighed.

"I shouldn’t expect a lot from her... she’s still new."

Her hand moved again as she slid open the bottom drawer of her desk, revealing a neat stack of cream-colored dossiers she had organized earlier in the week.

Those files were one of the things she had no intention of showing to anyone else.

Her fingers drifted across their edges until they landed on the one she had prepared thoroughly.

She pulled the document free.

A single name written on it.

[Violet — Class E Scholar]

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[Chapter 77: Veliana Kareth]

A/N: Read Author’s Thoughts below and help me with some suggestions for what sort of bonus milestones I should do in the future.