An Extra’s POV

"Haaa…"

Esme sat in a meditative pose as she closed her eyes, completely immersed in her practice of absolute concentration.

Once again, she attempted to key into the connection that Elves shared with The Oracle, but felt absolutely nothing. She was getting increasingly frustrated—almost to the point where she began to think her identity as a Half Elf was the problem.

'But… Ater said I would be able to.'

Ater wouldn't make such an assertion without reason to back it up. That meant there had to be some way she would be able to connect to The Oracle.

'Is there really a point, though? Rey is already on his way to the Shrine, and he'll probably be able to connect to her without my help…' Once again, she was the only one who had no real use among the members of the team.

Even Emil had played a more revelant role than her—and she was inside Rey most of the time!

"I don't know anymore." She opened her eyes and gave a frustrated sigh, slowly rising from her position on the cushiony ground.

Her room was a simple space that had a bed, sparse furniture, and nothing else. The entire lodging was made practically overnight, and while her dwelling was just adjascent to Rey's, the difference in quality between both was like heaven and earth.

'It's clear that the Elves are still hostile towards me, even if they revere Rey.' She sighed.

Esme knew she could always report the matter to Rey, and he would instantly take her side, but she really didn't want to burden him with more things. He already had more than enough worries on his shoulders, and bothering him about her problems would be insensitive of her.

'Their actions are harmless at most…' She smiled, though not completely believing the thoughts she just rendered to herself.

After standing in the room for a few seconds, she realized there was nothing else for her to do.

I should have gone with

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

instant, before Esme could concluse her thoughts, a roaring explosion consumed her entire room, destroying every single thing inside. Plumes of smoke, and a raging inferno drowned

invisible—buried under the thick smoke and dust—and it was also covered in a

one would be able to

unil it was

we

we did it!

she's finally dead! Lord Rey

than Young Ones, Elves who were yet to reach the age of

of fifty watched this with brilliant smiles on their faces—completely certain that their actions were for

forget Nature's teachings!"

compared to the rest. Her long, blue hair danced with

excitement was born out of innocence, though

they had no idea what they had

~BOOOOOOOOOOM!~

instant, the barrier they created around the explosion shattered apart. As soon as it was blown into bits, the previously optimistic Elves gasped in

their Magic, hence for someone to break through it, they had to generate more power than

an Half Elf was,

Unless….

the depths

deep frown on her face, and her face shone with bright

was about to cry. Despite her

Getting rid

exist