An Extra’s POV

~VWUUUSH!~

The lights of the hallowed shrine shone brighter as it welcomed Rey back into its inner embrace.

As the young man felt the cool ground of the sanctum, breathing in its air and staring at the statue—whose bright eyes were beginning to dim—he took in a deep breath.

"Huuu…" Then, he exhaled slowly.

He did all of this to calm himself, controlling the rabid emotions that threatened to burst through the threshold and consume him. That's right! Rey was feeling a myriad of emotions as he reappeared in the world as he knew it.

He felt frustration, rage, disappointment, confusion, sadness, and a bunch of other feelings—all coming at him at once, nearly overflowing within his stationary form.

Still, even with all of these, Rey maintained a straight facade.

'In the end, I had to accept the deal…' His thoughts trailed as he leaked out more heavy exhalations, doing his best to breathe deeply.

'I had no real choice, just as she said. Even when I tried bargaining, all of it fell through.'

Apparently, he had overestimated The Oracle's interest in the Elves. What was at the top of her priority was an heir, and Esme was a perfect candidate for that.

'She returned me here without letting me get too many words in. I guess she has no doubt that I'll follow through with the deal…'

Rey truly didn't like being used like this.

He hated being a mere piece in a game that he didn't even understand. Perhaps that what caused his ever-growing frustration.

No… that wasn't all.

like that? We could have at least talked it out…' In a way, Rey felt mad at her for just choosing the option

incredible guilt within

her

really have the

his emotions. In fact, since they only made the burden on him

will be free, and Alicia will be saved. I'll have my cake and eat it at the same time… there's no need to

his head was hurting, even though it really

was just feeling

out of here.' After one more deep breath, he activated his

~VWUUM!~

moment, his scenery changed and he found himself inside his lodge—within the luxurious room that the Elves had presented for

it all felt utterly bland and ugly—almost like the

only natural, considering how amazing The

to sleep. At the very least, that would reduce the burdens that assailed his mind at the

could also dream of having

As his gaze turned to

visitor, and it wasn't someone

his door, twisting the knob so he could see his guest and

her brilliant face

and her glasses also seemed a little out of place. She also seemed to be out of breath, which meant it hadn't

little relieved that she wasn't waiting for him for too long.

I'm not really in the

one thing he needed more than anything was rest. He even shut Emil

moment, he didn't want any

Sir Rey, but I have just made an important discovery that I think will interest