An Extra’s POV

As he stood still, watching the woman on the wall, Rey remembered the words of the Elders.

He was reminded of her sins.

'Apparently, what is known as The Oracle is an amalgamation of the wills of all the predecessors that came before the current host, all of which will be embodied in one avatar.'

The current Oracle had the joint personality of the ones before her, and if Esme became The Oracle, she would suffer the same fate.

'I can't allow that. If she goes through with it… she won't be Esme anymore.'

To stop such a thing from happening, the only visible hope he had was the Elf that was currently before him.

'I just have to find a way to untaint her. But, even that seems impossible at the moment.'

Still, it was far better than the alternative.

Elves that were born compatible with the Oracle—like Ciela and Esme—were only born every thousand years or so. There could also only be one at a time.

'I can't wait for a thousand years, which means I have to find a solution with what I've been dealt with.' Rey gritted his teeth.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to achieve that… yet.

'I suppose this is where my mission with the Dragons comes into play.' Sighing to himself, he pinched his forehead.

Even after investigating to this point, he wasn't any less confused.

'At times like this, I should speak to someone…'

Rey's eyes lit up the moment he had that thought. In the first place, coming to this land wasn't his idea, so why exactly was he agonizing over details like this when he could also bring his Familiar into it?

"Huu…" Leaking out a smile, he turned to leave the room of darkness, only turning his head for another brief look at Ciela.

Must find a

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tense silence in Rey's room as he sat on his bed—all

perhaps 'alone' wouldn't be the most accurate way to describe his state of affairs. He was with Emil,

there was someone

So that's what has

room was deep, and it dripped with evil. Something amusing seemed to dwell

I do, Ater?" Rey stared hard at a communication device—a black box—that sat on the table in

voice was coming from, and for some reason—despite it being a mere box—Rey kept his

simply follow as The

I thought so too… even if it leaves a bad taste in my

also coincides with the plan to bring the Elves over to our side, so if you assist them in

Rey nodded and sighed.

out of his own free will—mostly for Esme's sake, and out of his limited compassion—but

being forced to help them. There's no room for

This was a mission.

you find more answers there as well. I will look into things on my end to

be the end of the

still had one more thing

the Elves…" He began, his eyes narrowing a bit more with every word he

~....~

even the breathing from

Then—

~I did.~

voice. It almost appeared as though he was a little anxious with the way he

you intentionally left that part out of your report, huh? Okay… next question." Even as he said these heavy words,

anger or other kinds of emotions

seriousness etched onto his