The Extra of The Lunerra

In the end, I spent a total of one million two hundred and fifty thousand wels to buy myself a good sword and a ring that slowly purifies any poison in my body, making me immune to it. During the process, I looked at the rest of the items. But unfortunately, no matter how beautiful they were, I was not very interested in the others.

So when the auction was over, I had a perfunctory meeting with the children of a few important families. I didn't like such things, so I kept my distance.

"Oh, Celine! Here you are…"

Still, a few of them approached me nonchalantly. I chatted with them too for a short while, even though they were uncomfortable.

So, after a few minutes, when I thought I could finally leave, I checked what time it was.

It was approaching six o'clock, time had passed quickly.

When I asked the nobles for permission to leave, no one refused me. They couldn't refuse me.

When I finally stepped out of that stifling place, I breathed in the fresh air and cleared my mind for a while.

Dealing with nobles... offering them a fake smile while accepting theirs, was as exhausting as ever. It was even more frustrating for me.

After relaxing by keeping my eyes closed for two minutes, I got myself a taxi again. There was one more place I had to go.

"Where to?"

The man spoke indifferently without even looking back.

I didn't care too much, as I didn't want him to see me and suddenly change his behavior.

"Wiathen Cemetery."

The man drove off without saying anything. About five minutes later, he dropped me off in front of Wiathen Cemetery.

I got out of the car without paying any attention to him, even though he froze for a moment when he saw my face while paying the fee. I walked slowly into the cemetery.

The cemetery was a normal, flat cemetery when you first entered. But the further inland you went, the wider and more elaborate the graves became.

It was unnecessary, at least to me. It was almost frustrating that even in death, whether a hero or a normal person, most people's resting place was shaped more by the money they had than by what they had done in life.

I kept going until I came to a grave that looked almost like it was made of gold, and then stopped.

Oswell Potenbea… that was the name written on the grave I stood in front of.

About two years ago, he sacrificed himself in a dungeon to save his team, and his body was never even found. So this was just a symbolic grave.

I took a deep breath and squinted my eyes. I crouched down and looked up at the gray clouds in the sky.

"I met an interesting guy today."

That was the only thing on my mind, I couldn't think of anything else.

"Unlike the others, he was able to make eye contact with me and even scolded me for looking at him strangely. He also makes my skill to react in a strange way. I feel like he's someone important, if not powerful... someone whose intelligence will definitely benefit our guild."

I sighed lightly and then started talking about other things, about what happened this month, about my entrance into the academy, and all sorts of things...

Time passed and passed, and I talked and talked. Finally, much faster than on previous occasions, I realized that I had nothing more to say.

I forced myself, looked for anything to say, but... nothing.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had a lot of important things to tell you this month."

I felt bad, I had never told him anything so briefly before. Yet no matter what I did, I couldn't really think of anything.

"I hope you are at peace..."

It looks like it will rain soon...

"Anyway, I have nothing more to say. I won't bother you. So... see you, brother."

I looked at the gravestone one last time, and then stood up with the relief of talking to my brother, even if he hadn't really heard me.

I walked back the way I came, the grandeur of the graves diminishing as I went. This time I didn't care too much, I started to think about what I could do back at the academy.

Meanwhile, I kept moving forward for a while and then involuntarily paused.

There was that feeling again... That strange feeling that didn't belong to this world.

It was confusing me, like a feeling I shouldn't feel.

For a moment I wondered if I should just ignore him and walk away. But curiosity got the better of me and I turned back. I wanted to at least see what he was doing here, maybe I would find something that would help me in the future.

I soon found him standing in front of a grave, next to a girl with eyes the same color as his, probably his sister.

The expression on his face... It was one of extreme pain, great longing, and meaningless peace all at the same time.

I felt a pain in my heart, a pain that appeared for no reason. An agonizing pain that went deeper and deeper.

My skill had been activated.

The Sixth Sense was not a simple intuitive skill, it had many different functions.

This was one of those many functions, an empathy so strong that I could experience the emotions of the other person almost as if I were that person.

Each of the emotions I felt looking at this teary-eyed guy in front of me was so intense, so heavy, that I was shaking involuntarily.

I didn't know what to do, I just kept looking at the owner of these intense emotions, and then he slowly raised his head and turned to me.

Our eyes met. My astonishment was multiplied when I realized how those painful emotions were reflected in his teary eyes. ｂｅｄ𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.𝚌𝚘ｍ

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What is Celine doing here? Oh, well... right. She had a brother who died, she could have come to visit him and that would explain why she came to Wiathen in the first place, but there's something else I don't understand...

Why does she look at me like that? Why are her eyes like mine, full of longing and pain?

For a while there was an intense silence in the space, no one said anything.

This silence was broken by Clara.

"Hmm? Who is that?"

When she realized that Celine and I were looking at each other, first her eyebrows went up. Then she saw the expression on her face, leaned in curiously, and whispered to me.

"You made a girlfriend and didn't tell me?"

"No-"

I didn't want Celine to misunderstand me, so I tried to give Clara a quick answer, but my words were interrupted before I could finish them.

I felt a slight pain in my cheek, followed by a little warmth that spread from there through my body.

I quickly moved my hand to my cheek, not even realizing what had happened, and then my eyes widened when I saw the red liquid on my hand.

What... is... happening?

"Watch out!"

When Celine's voice entered my ear, I reflexively ducked quickly.

I had no idea what was happening, but the moment I ducked, something flew right over me, grazing my hair, and a metallic sound came from behind me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked behind me, where the metallic sound came from, and my eyes widened when I saw the dagger embedded in my 'mother's' tombstone.

Celine ran toward me and took out a dimensional button from her pocket. The button then began to turn to dust, and a long, thin blue sword appeared in her hand, looking quite simple but of high quality.

After the appearance of the sword, I heard a sound like the tearing of wind and realized that a dagger was approaching, but it was too late. Because the moment I turned my head to the side, I found the exact same dagger that was stuck in the tombstone right in front of my nose.

~cling!

Too fast for me to see, something that I could only recognize as blue blocked the dagger. Then I realized that Celine was standing in front of me.

After that, I understood the situation instantly.

Potenbea, a very big and powerful family, had as many enemies as it was big and powerful. In short, we were now in the middle of a planned assassination of Celine.

"Don't you have bodyguards?"

I quickly assessed the situation and that was the first thing that came to my mind. Because I didn't think it was possible for an important figure like Celine to come here alone.

"They must be watching from a distance. I think there's another group taking care of them."

That was the moment when I started cursing inside. Immediately after the bad news, when three men dressed in black suddenly appeared about ten meters in front of us, I couldn't stop my body from involuntarily shaking.

All three men had daggers in their hands, daggers pointed at us. It was clear they were going to attack us, but my brain refused to function properly.

After twenty-one years of normal life, I suddenly found myself in such a situation that I couldn't think straight.

I'm scared... scared that the new chance I have will slip away, scared that I will die before I can enjoy this life.

"B- brother?"

Clara grabbed my hand, trembling behind me. I saw her trembling eyes, and then my thoughts grew darker.

If Celine was fighting them alone, maybe she would have a chance with her bodyguards back, but there is a big problem here.

She is clearly trying to protect us now, and yet Clara and I are nothing but a burden to her.