An Extra’s POV

~FSHUUUU…~

As the brilliant light permeating the room dimmed, the two entities in the room came into full view once again. The darkness around was banished completely, and the utterly black surroundings were turned white.

From the ground, to the ceiling, to the walls… they were blank in color.

That was hardly the only change, though.

Rey's eyes widened as he looked at the fair lady in front of him, his eyes reflecting her pristine wonder as he nearly choked on his saliva.

Her white hair flowed immaculately behind her, as her elven ears were perked up perfectly. Her skin seemed so soft and without blemish that he felt drawn to it almost by instinct. She was still naked, and her perfectly proportioned figure made all his suppressed desires slowly surface.

Then, there was the sweet smell.

It was so overpowering that Rey felt he would have been overcome with lust if not for his incredible tolerance, or rather immunity, to such things.

'She resembles Esme… no, The Oracle…' He just looked at her, shell-shocked, feeling an indescribable feeling buried deep within him.

Ciela was definitely prettier than Esme, though not by too large a margin. Neither of them even held a candle to The Oracle, but Rey was still stunned by how it was possible for someone to be so attractive.

While he was having these thoughts, he witnessed Ciela open her eyes, revealing the blue gem-like irises she possessed. He was still drowning in the sight when she parted her moist, lustrous lips, and spoke up.

"H-Hey! What the hell?! A human?! What is a human doing here?! Where am I? Who the hell are you?!"

Rey quickly realized how distracted he

your hands on my hair, filthy man? Take them off this instant! Do you know who I am?! The Oracle will not forgive this sacrilege! Nature's curses be upon you!" She kept yelling

of 17 years and a day, which was before she ever went

Western Continent, but I guess she did

brought me here? Why does this look like… no that can't be! Why would I

more of her loud ramblings, Rey cast a Sleep spell on her,

to know she's so unpleasant. I don't have to deal with her or explain anything.' He itched

thinking this to himself, Rey knew

pass the burden to someone else. This way, it's easier since I don't get to

her lips, Rey already knew she most likely didn't want

really did, she wouldn't have gone

fully well that his thoughts only validated what Adrien said about him, and as much as it pained him to admit it, the

goal… to save Esme… I guess I am

essence, he was relegating someone to a fate that he considered too tragic for another—even though the latter wanted

knew the hypocrisy of his

awkwardly formed on his face as he looked at the fresh face of the one he would be exchanging for

ready, there was nothing holding

you, Esme… just you

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as Rey stepped in while

also excitement, as he traversed the Shrine's halls until he got to the front of