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?"

features from them. Even though she looks

had seen Half Elves that resembled her Race to a degree—though Esme's resemblance felt

though I

about the same age

old

himself from speaking as soon as he realized what

and he swiftly tried to

exactly am I supposed to act the way I do if she's old enough to be my ancestor?' Taking deep breaths, Rey thought of

still makes no sense, though.

Her conclusion placed him and Esme

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

the lives of her enemies, when necessary, she was able

responded with a stern tone. Her face, unlike the looks of the protesting Elves, showed a kind of certainty that

her mind made up, and there was no changing

your little girls don't seem

you corrupted them!"

us with the will of Nature,

we all have to follow

"E-exactly!"

by Gratiana, who was watching Esme

to actually disobey the Oracle now; not when I

done? I want to come

his head, Rey shrugged

over, I'll bring