Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'

『Rachel’s Perspective』

It’s been a year now...

It seems like a dream, the way time flies. Sometimes I feel like it was all a lie, an illusion my mind fabricated to escape the horror. But no... it was all real. The fear, the fire, the screams... and him.

I remember going to the auction to visit a friend. I didn’t have high expectations for the items, but I can’t deny my curiosity. I wanted to see, at least once, the rare and exotic objects offered there: ancient relics, grimoires, artifact fragments. It sounded like something interesting to someone like me, who barely managed to leave the four walls of the castle. I thought it would be a peaceful afternoon, a stroll through the kingdom.

I never imagined that afternoon would change my life.

It all started with a strange sensation in the air. Something dense that I couldn’t see, but that made my skin crawl. Like an invisible murmur, like someone trying to hold their breath. At that moment, I was in a private room looking through some of the items Aliana had brought for me. And then I felt it... a presence beside me. Someone stood nearby, and although he didn’t look at me directly, I could sense his energy: serene, strong... and somewhat mysterious.

It was him.

His hair was dark and slightly disheveled, as if he didn’t care much about his appearance, but his eyes... those eyes. A blue so deep they seemed to reflect the night sky. As if every star had been trapped there. It stole my breath. Aliana introduced him as Cyan, Cyan Vesper, a NOVA student. After that, something urgent came up, and he left. Looking at the light reflected in his eyes, I almost lost my soul because of how pure it was. But I barely had time to think about that, because that was when everything broke loose.

A thunderous roar shook the building. Screams were heard everywhere. Through the half-open door, I could see a black shadow slithering across the ceiling like a gigantic serpent, and suddenly the sound of guests filled the room. They weren’t simple thieves or bandits. No. They were cultists. They wore crimson robes with demonic symbols that burned with an unnatural fire. Their eyes were empty, possessed by something beyond human understanding.

I wanted to flee immediately, but my legs wouldn’t respond. I felt trapped, suffocated, as if cast under a paralysis spell, even though I knew it was fear that held me in its grip. Then, a warm hand wrapped around mine. Firm. Determined. As if saying, "Trust me, you’ll be okay." I turned my head, and there he was. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze was enough.

It was all so confusing, yet so vivid. While the cultists summoned creatures of darkness, opening dimensional rifts from which monsters emerged, he stood in front of me like a shield. He drew a sword I don’t know where the hell he got it from, a blade of blued steel that gleamed with a luminous beauty engraved near the hilt. Every time he moved, his cape billowed like a raven’s wings, and his silhouette became the only stable thing in the chaos.

My heart pounded; at first, I thought it was fear. Every explosion, every roar of those creatures made me tremble. But soon I realized there was another reason. Every time I saw him spin, trying his hardest to defend me, every time I heard him firmly declare that everything would be all right, something warm spread through my chest. Something that kept me standing, something that made me breathe.

Admiration. Gratitude. And something else... something deeper. Although at the time I couldn’t describe it.

I realized as we ran through the collapsed hallways, dodging the monsters’ claws and the cultists’ stalking, that I couldn’t stop staring at his back. That strong, determined back, always one step ahead of me, guiding me, protecting me. I felt like if I let go of his hand, I’d be lost forever. He was my only ally in this crumbling world.

There was a moment when one of the monsters leaped at me from above. I thought it was all over. But he... he stepped in, taking the impact instead of me. The monster knocked him to the ground, but in an agile, almost feline movement, he recovered and took her down with a single slash, not even giving me a chance.

There was blood on his face, dust on his clothes, and yet... I’d never seen anyone so beautiful.

He spoke to me again as we hid among the rubble. His voice was hoarse, deep, with a hint of tiredness, but also tenderness.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded, unable to say a single word. He simply smiled, if only a little, and told me something I’ll never forget.

—Don’t worry. I won’t let them hurt you. (She’s embellishing her memories)

He didn’t. He carried me with him until the very end, until the imperial reinforcements arrived and the cultists were finally repelled. I don’t know how many times I almost fell, or how many times he caught me before I hit the ground. But he never let go of my hand. Never. He only fainted after seeing that I was safe.

After that incident... I never saw him again.

His figure was seared into my retinas, like a memory that was impossible to erase, a vivid image amidst the flames, dust, and darkness. He had to return to Nova, the most prestigious warrior academy in the kingdom, and I... there was still some time before I entered.

But time passed quickly. This year, finally, I was accepted as a first-year cadet at Nova. It had been my dream since I was little, to train within the walls of this academy.

Although, deep down, what I longed for most... was to see him again.

Cyan. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

That name still sends a tingle deep in my chest. For months I searched for his face in the crowd, but the school was huge, and our classes were completely different. My schedules were packed with training, magical practices, artifact studies... And he, so they said, was one of Nova’s most outstanding students. It was only natural that I wouldn’t coincide with someone so busy.

But today had to be different. Today, tomorrow, and the day after. The school spring festival was being held, a tradition as old as the school itself, where each class organized some magical attraction or activity. From early on, the students decorated the halls. The air smelled of sweet spices, caramelized fruit, and fresh petals. Little fairies fluttered around the stalls, throwing golden sparkles as festival blessings.

I heard from a friend that Class 2-A, her class, was hosting a host café, an idea brought from the other side of the continent. Supposedly, the boys would act as butlers and serve meals, desserts, or some kind of tea to the visitors, serving them with charming manners and elegant attire. When I heard the rumor, I almost spilled my tea all over my notes.

"Cyan... dressed as a butler?"

Just thinking about it made me sigh foolishly. My imagination quickly painted the scene with far too vivid strokes: him bowing with that gentlemanly bearing, saying "Welcome, miss" in that soft but firm voice, as he offered me a cup of tea amidst floating candles and lute music in the background.

My taste buds were instantly ignited. What was I thinking?! I covered my mouth, trying to hide the soft smile that escaped my lips along with a slight blush. I had to move! I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

I remembered hearing that her classroom was on the second level of the East Wing. Room 2-A. Without wasting any more time, I adjusted the ribbon on my uniform, clutched my books to my chest as if that would calm my heart, and began walking quickly through the Nova hallways. All around me, students were coming and going.

As I climbed the white marble stairs leading to the second floor, I overheard a conversation that made me stop and strain my ears, almost unintentionally.

"Did you see the 2-A class stewards? They’re gorgeous," said a girl in a third-year uniform, her voice trembling as if she still hadn’t gotten over what she’d just seen.

"Are you talking about Cyan?" another replied, with a sigh so long it seemed to melt into the air.

"Yes, Cyan! Phew... that boy is simply unreal. How does someone like that exist? He has those blue eyes that take your breath away." And with that outfit... she looks like something out of a fairy tale.

I quickened my pace.

When I got to classroom 2-A, I almost tripped over myself. There was a line so long, so long it looked like a colorful snake, stretching down the entire hallway. Most of them were, of course, girls.

Some were even hanging onto a large bouquet of flowers, others were clearly from other classes, but they were all waiting with the same mix of excitement and nervousness I felt in my chest.

I stopped at the end of the line, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding like a war drum. Around me, the others were whispering, some holding fans, others reading small pamphlets with the names of the hosts. Every now and then, I heard excited giggles or exaggerated expressions like "She winked at me!" or "She told me my smile was like the full moon!"

And there I was. Last in line. My face slightly flushed, my palms sweating a little with anticipation.

I was going to see him.

After a year.

After waiting for him for so long.

I was going to see Cyan again.