Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 57.2
Chapter 57.2
“Coward.”
The voice he tried to ignore echoed in his mind, growing louder.
He was holding her back, preventing her from soaring. Learning about Izeline’s mana attributes intensified this feeling. He knew how rare and precious the dual attributes of light and darkness were, and guilt washed over him.
At the same time, a sense of unease gripped him, the fear of losing her.
“Ha!”
Robert adjusted his stance and swung his sword diagonally.
Clang!
“Not a chance!”
Michael twisted his blade, deflecting the attack, then spun around, launching a counterattack from an unexpected angle.
“Ah!”
Clatter.
Robert’s sword, flung from his grasp by the force of the impact, spun through the air before landing on the ground.
“Victory is mine once again.”
Michael’s sword tip stopped a hair’s breadth from Robert’s throat. He announced his win with a playful lilt, but despite the victory, a sense of disquiet lingered.
To lose his grip…
It had never happened before under Oren’s tutelage. From their first lesson, Oren had stressed the importance of a proper grip, calling it the most fundamental of basics.
Robert stared at his empty hand, stunned.
Oren watched him, arms crossed, a puzzled expression on his face.
* * *
Mana was like a tiny seed. Possessing it meant nothing if it remained dormant. Many people were born with mana yet lived and died without ever knowing. Izeline’s apparent lack of talent was the same. It had been hidden, tucked away inside a small shell.
“We could wait for it to awaken naturally, but my patience… No, there’s no telling how long that would take. Let’s give it a little nudge.”
Gerald had used magic to stir Izeline’s dormant mana, creating a small crack in its shell to facilitate its awakening.
Izeline was bewildered. She couldn’t believe she, someone so ordinary, possessed magical talent. It didn’t make sense.
‘Could recognizing that book has been more than just recognizing the cover? Then, could this have something to do with being transmigrated?’
She pondered the day she first entered this body.
She had been engrossed in the novel, the prophecy.
The final villain, Robert, had died by Arsen’s sword, and the story’s atmosphere had brightened. With the unfortunate villain gone, everyone lived happily ever after, as if his existence had been nothing but a curse.
The ending, while happy, had left her with a strange ache in her chest. As she read the culminating scenes, a bright light flashed. At the time, she wasn’t sure if it was real or not, but now she knew it hadn’t been a hallucination. That’s why she was still here.
She had been enveloped by a bizarre sensation as if she were absorbing the book, or perhaps the book was absorbing her.
An indescribable feeling.
“And then what happened…?”
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