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

Esme's resemblance felt

familiar, though I can't

the same

how old

from speaking as soon as he realized what he

and he swiftly tried to

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, Rey thought of a way to

I thought. It still makes no sense,

him and Esme at too high an age, and even then

it's best I keep my true age to

lives. By only taking the lives of her enemies, when necessary, she was able

stern tone. Her face, unlike the looks of the protesting Elves, showed a kind of certainty that couldn't be argued

mind made up, and there was no

your little girls don't seem to

because you corrupted them!" "Did

for Elves to do that! The Oracle commands us

we all have to follow The Oracle's

"E-exactly!"

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

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

be done? I want to come back

his

prove a point. Once it's over, I'll bring