An Extra’s POV

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As traces of electricity still buzzed in the air, Esme stood firmly with her staff as she watched the twenty four remaining Elves who gawked at her power.

It seemed she was waiting for them to make whatever move they desired, but at the moment no one was moving. They were merely engaged in a staring contest.

As Gratiana saw all of this by Rey's side, even she couldn't help but be shocked by what had just happened.

"T-that Half Bree—" The moment she said this, a chill descended down her spine, and it came from the man who stood beside her. His hand was placed on her shoulder, and a gentle smile spread on his face as he stared at her.

"You heard the lady. Don't call her a Half Breed again."

The smile on Rey's face was so scary that the Elder quickly looked away, nodding obediently as she muttered, "Y-yes…"

"Good. Now sit back and enjoy the show." He removed his hand while placing it in his pocket. "I've been curious about how well she fights for some time now."

"She looks strong. How powerful is she?" Gratiana murmured as she looked at Esme's unmoving figure.

Upon hearing the question, Rey shrugged.

"Based on pure Stats alone, you should be stronger than she is. However, her Items really boost her to another level. Also, she has pretty useful Skills, and that makes all the difference. I should know…" Gratiana was surprised to hear Rey say that.

She was one of the strongest Elves in the Continent. Not counting the Esteemed Elders, she was definitely among the top ten fighters.

Yet, a Half Elf had managed to reach her level? How was that even possible?

"How old is she?" Gratiana asked, swallowing a little.

"Why do you ask?"

of humans, since they take on more features from them. Even though she looks

twice, Gratiana had seen Half Elves that resembled her Race to a degree—though Esme's

though I can't

the same age as

how old are

speaking as soon as he realized what he

and he swiftly tried to salvage the

way I do if she's old enough to be my ancestor?' Taking deep breaths, Rey thought of a way to save himself from his current predicament.

Younger than I thought. It still makes no sense, though. She's

moment he heard her speak. Her conclusion placed him and Esme at too high an age, and even then she thought

think it's best I keep my true age to myself.' Upon resolving

her enemies, when necessary, she was able to advance in strength quicker than normal Elves

stern tone. Her face, unlike the looks of the protesting Elves, showed a kind

up, and there was

don't seem to think

corrupted them!"

The Oracle commands us

all have to follow The Oracle's

"E-exactly!"

Esme intently—too intently

when I need them

you be done? I want to

pop into his head,

want to prove a point. Once it's over, I'll bring you and Kara