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?"

Half Elves usually have the lifespan of humans, since they take on more features from them. Even though she looks more similar to an Elf, I doubt

degree—though Esme's resemblance felt too uncanny—but even they did not inherit the lifespan that Elves were born

looks familiar, though I can't

the same age as

how old

stopped himself from speaking as soon as

he swiftly tried to salvage

lived for hundreds of years! How exactly am I supposed to act the way I do if she's

than I thought. It still makes no sense, though. She's too young to possess such

placed him and Esme at too high an

best I keep my true age to myself.' Upon resolving this within himself,

taken lives. By only taking the lives of her enemies, when

unlike the looks of the protesting Elves, showed

made up, and there was no changing

girls don't seem

you corrupted them!"

It's wrong for Elves to do that! The Oracle commands us

we all have to

"E-exactly!"

who was watching Esme intently—too intently to notice the sarcasm in Rey's

to actually disobey the Oracle now; not when I need them badly…' He thought to himself as

be done? I

Emil's voice suddenly pop into his head, Rey

it's over, I'll bring you and