An Extra’s POV

"I do not deny my ability to grant your desire. I can indeed cure your friend of that which ails her."

The Oracle's response to Rey was cold, and the tiny smile that formed on her face slowly faded away, leaving behind the cold demeanor she had not too long before. Rey noticed this, but his stubbornness made him unable to give up.

"Then—"

"However, just because I can do something doesn't mean I should." The Oracle said in a rather detached tone.

"If you are so desperate for my assistance, then perhaps I can propose some sort of arrangement—a trade of sorts."

Rey raised his eyebrows a little, but his suspicions didn't stop him from jumping on the opportunity as soon as he heard what was being said. "What trade?!"

"I will require a sacrifice from you in order to fulfill your request. I wonder if you possess sufficient resolve for that."

"Sacrifice…?" Rey was beginning to have bad feelings about what he was hearing. Still, he had come too far to turn back at this point. And so, as he swallowed and readied himself for whatever The Oracle would tell him, he asked the question.

"What sacrifice?"

Her hand moved slowly, and she pointed her finger in a particular direction—towards the girl that stood behind him.

"The Half Elf girl. Hand her over, and I will cure your friend."

"H-huh…?"

Somehow, Rey had already expected this outcome. His surprise now was more fabricated than genuine when considering how obvious The Oracle's interests were from the start.

It was clear that Esme and the woman before him shared some connection. The Oracle's desire to have her further proved the point.

But… why? What was the connection?

"Why do you want Esme?" Rey asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Is there nothing else you desire?"

is none of your business,

question. At this point, he could no longer stall for time or try to push the issue

eventual deadlock after prolonging the inevitable for

"I…"

it, Rey Skylar. I am more than willing and able to offer you what you desire. Is that not why

"...."

have to do is hand her over,

stared hard at The Oracle, allowing the tension he felt to permeate the room for a

obtain a Skill that would remove his need of The Oracle forever. But, if

was it that

already obvious to him. He just needed enough time to think about the follow-up before

"I refuse!"

as desperate as I imagined…" As she said this,

So far, it had worked on all the Elves,

Elves, he hoped it would

Unfortunately, it did not.

She asked, cocking her head

could think of to get her on his side. It was painful, but

thankfully I've adapted to it. I should have expected her to be unaffected by

unreal, and her Skills

I do, and she has an SSS-Tier Skill too. I have more Skills than her overall, but what good would that do for me here?' He

he did his best

She shrugged in response.

mentioned how I'm not the one meant to see you. That it's

"Indeed."

do you know