An Extra’s POV

Standing in midair, at the center of the hall, was a hooded fellow.

Their entire body was shrouded in a cheap-looking hooded cloak. Compared to the luxurious outfits that everyone had on, they might as well have been putting on rags.

The hooded cloak was faded white, and it obscured most of their body—just from the sheer size alone.

As the cloak danced in the air, the hood constantly hid their face while they looked down at the ones who currently challenged her.

Lucy, Trisha, Justin, Clark, Belle, and Yuri currently had her surrounded; each with their Skills activated and a look of determination on their faces.

The Royal Council Members were being safely guarded by Lucielle and Brutus, so while they too were ready to raise their weapons and activate their Skills to fight, they were more interested in safety.

Likewise, the security details present were guarding the Nobles who hired them, helping them escape the hall or to inconspicuous remain in a safe corner.

In this tension-filled room, the center-area of the hall was scorched and broken apart—almost as if it was caused by a culmination of Spells and Magic.

Still, the floating figure seemed unscathed.

"I believe I already told you… I'm not here to fight." They finally spoke up, and a feminine voice echoed from within the hood's shadows.

The build of the intruder was covered by the oversized traveler's outfit, but judging from their voice alone, it was easy to estimate that she was a woman.

What, then, did this woman desire?

Not only did she just crash into the most fortified area of the Alliance at the present moment, but even with so many powerful figures present, she was yet to be put down.

Yes, the current situation demanded that an evacuation and safeguarding of the important figures came first before any full-blown battle, so it wasn't in their best interests to go all-out.

Still, the fact that the stranger could push them to such straits meant she wasn't to be trifled with.

At the very least, it was safe to assume she was strong.

"W-who is that…?" Felicia whispered to herself, her eyes widening as she looked at the floating one.

There was something about her aura that made her shiver internally.

Felicia's Class was [Harlot], and it allowed her to determine the worth of someone or something by just a glance.

It was how she was able to turn her luck around after leaving the Capital.

Worth was mostly determined by Class and Level, but also on an individual's disposition and how much benefit they could offer her.

as she was looking at the hooded entity with glittering eyes, she could only

—JACKPOT!

Plus, she also

was the first time Felicia felt something this intense. She knew

She yelled out, causing the attention of the hooded lady and everyone else who faced her to look

upon her, making sweat leak out

also bit her

she prayed

But—

I'm searching for

wasn't

soon as Felicia heard what the hooded lady was after, she glanced to the boy who stood by

He was smiling.

all along? Does he know who she

a lot—like why he was

wanted to seize the opportunity and get on the floating lady's good graces, but before she could

searching for is

"You…?"

a few more steps. His confident stride was completely opposite

cup he held vanished, and his now unoccupied

could lock eyes with the intruder,

"I am Rey Skylar."

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annoyed when

be kissed by Felicia before it happened, and that was something he had been looking forward to

course, it wasn't the kiss that excited him—at least, not for the

Skill he

her [Lover's Promise] Skill will activate.

Skill's ability allowed the user to compel anyone to make an

promise could be anything—ranging from running an errand for them, or

on the user

figured it would be a very handy one to have. Unfortunately, right as he was about to get it, the explosion and commotion

It was annoying!

and analyzed what happened—using his practically divine senses to completely assimilate everything that was

out, even though the Otherworlders, with the air of a few

It made him curious.

met her, and he got a whiff of her

identity of the

indulging in the sweet fragrance only she could give off,