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?"

have the lifespan of humans, since they take on more features from them. Even though

Esme's resemblance felt too uncanny—but even they did

though

about the same age as

how old

himself from speaking as soon as he realized what he

and he swiftly tried

tell her I'm sixteen! She's someone who's lived for hundreds of years! How exactly am I supposed to act the way I do if she's old enough to be my ancestor?' Taking deep breaths,

still makes no sense, though. She's too young

swallowed hard the moment he heard her speak. Her conclusion placed him and Esme

to myself.' Upon resolving

By only taking the lives of her enemies, when necessary, she was able to advance in strength quicker than

with a stern tone. Her face, unlike the looks of

had her mind made up,

don't seem to

corrupted them!" "Did

Elves to do that! The Oracle commands us with the will of

have to follow

"E-exactly!"

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

the Oracle now; not when I need them badly…'

done? I

suddenly pop into his head, Rey shrugged a little before

over, I'll bring you and Kara back from