Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 58: Pregame Epilogue(2)

The sunlight came warm and bright over the trees and flowers. A modest two-storey house stood among a garden of yellow lilies. Its walls were made of grey stones with a light wooden accent. The cool breeze blew over the whole place, swaying the flowers.

In the garden stood a young woman—long brown hair flowing down to her waist, shining brightly in the daylight. Her hazel eyes focused on the watering pot, which had stopped working. She wore a soft white gown that hugged her figure effortlessly.

"There is still water in it. Why is it not coming out?" She shook the pot, trying her best to make it rain water on the lilies. "Are the holes clogged?"

"Alicia!" A shout of a woman came from inside the house, calling to her. Alicia dropped the pot on the spot and made her way towards the entrance of the house.

The house was as modest from the inside as it was from the outside. The walls were decorated with photos in small wooden frames of people she did not recognise, other than a few.

The living space included a rectangular table at the height of the knee. A hearth across from it, the flames long gone, leaving it with only grey ashes. There was a set of red sofas surrounding the table on top where a man slept.

He sported a white tunic with black trousers that hung closely from his muscular frame. He had a book with a cover of brown over his face, hiding his features. The only thing visible was his lavender hair that spread with the pressure of his head against the sofa.

His chest moving up and down in a steady and slow rhythm, a proof of his slumber. His nose was making a snoring noise, not loud enough to work as an alarm clock.

He is sleeping again.

Alicia thought to herself as she looked at Michael. It has always been like this ever since Noah left for some unknown reason.

"Alicia!"

"Coming!" She replied, locking the door behind her. She rushed towards a door and held it open. A smell of meat being cooked nudged at her noses, it was delicious almost making her mouth water.

The room had a wooden table on one side with six chairs tucked under it. The walls were painted white while the flooring was done with soft textured stones.

"Ah, you are here." A woman stood before her. She seemed aged with small wrinkles on her face, but not enough to mask her beauty. She had wheat-blonde hair and amethyst irises, her face had a warm and loving smile.

But the patches of dark circle under her eyes told a different story.

"It is time to eat, can you wake up Michael and call Lyra from upstairs? She must still be talking with her sister."

"Yes, ma'am," Alicia replied before heading off to call the other two, but not before landing her eyes on another figure—A young woman who seemed about her age. Pinkish white hair tied in a single long ponytail.

She seemed to be wearing a small white apron over her olive gown. What was her name? Ah, Aeris.

It was the same girl Noah had brought home before disappearing into the depths of hell. At first, he maintained contact, but lately, for the past two months, there has been no news of him.

There were posters of him, hung up on the walls of a few inns and taverns of Rasendorf. Including her father's.

But those poster won't be able to make him identifiable anymore.

Alicia, under the context of training for the academy, was now living with Josephine Von Blitzfeld, who helped her practice magic.

She had been here for at least five months, where she witnessed Noah training under Michael. She had seen him change both in appearance and ability.

His training was harsh—from surviving in jungles to daily sparring with Michael. Which in itself was a hellish way to live.

Thanks to the divine that he is not my mentor.

But that was it, she only saw a glimpse of him from time to time because he would rather suffer under Michael's training rather than chatting with her or anyone else.

Which she respected, if he does not want to talk, then it is okay.

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He can talk when he wants or not talk at all. It does not matter to her, at least for now. Ever since this guy had disappeared, Josephine would sit on the sofa every night, gazing out the window, which she found a bit worrying.

Even Michael tried to convince her to sleep, but she would just lie down on the couch— waiting for her nephew to return.

Removing her head from her current thoughts, Alicia made her way to the living room where Michael was still asleep on the sofa.

"Sir Michael!" She called out to him, shaking his hanging arms. "It is time for lunch."

"Hah, what?" He woke up, removing the book from his face. "Alicia? What is it?" His heterochromia eyes were looking at her with grogginess from sleep.

"It is time for lunch," Alicia repeated. "Lady Josephine has asked me to call you and Lady Lyra for lunch."

"Oh, I will be there." He stood up from the sofa, his form towering over her. "And, don't worry, I will call Lyra down here."

"Thank you."

"No problem,"

Michael smiled, giving Alicia a small thumbs up before heading towards the stairs. Lyra Von Augustin was Michael's fiancée, and Alicia had found out about it from Josephine.

She respected him for his choice. Michael had the looks and status of a man who can get any woman he wants, but he does not flaunt it around and only stays loyal to his fiancée.

Alicia turned around, making her way back to the kitchen before—

Knock!

Knock!

The sound of someone knocking on the door echoed inside the room, making her stop right where she stood.

"Who could it be now?" She mumbled, heading to the door and opening it.

"Yes, who is it you see—" Her words fumbled from her mouth as her gaze fell at the man that stood before her.

He was taller than her—no, he might even be taller than Michael. He had long tousled wheat-blond hair that was marked with dirt. His eyes were silver, looking at her with a frosty look. He had a sharp and handsome face that any lady would want.

The man's shoulders were broad, his frame covered by a black overcoat that was tattered. His black pants had cuts in them, but there was no blood, only his fair skin that leaked out.

Is he perhaps a beggar?

"Uhm," Alicia cleared her throat, looking at the angel of dirt in front of her. "I am sorry, but I don't think we have extra rations."

The man in front of her arched an eyebrow, looking at her with a confused look. "What do you mean by that?" He asked in a low and deep voice. "Who are you and where is Aunt Josephine?"

Aunt Josephine?

Alicia's eyes widened with realisation. Wait, wheat-blonde hair, silver eyes. Her mouth fell agape with only uttering a single word.

"Noah?"

"Yeah, it is me. Who did you think I was?" His eyes narrowed on her. "And who are you? Haven't se—Wait..." He leaned forward looking at her face closely—A bit too close. Too close! Too close! Her mind frenzied.

"Ah, Alexia." He said moving his face away from her. "What are you doing here? and where is Aunt Josephi—"

Noah suddenly stopped talking, his eyes looking at something behind. Sweat formed between his brows as he turned on his heel and sprant. Leaving Alicia in the dust.

What happ—

Crackle!

Before she could understand why Noah ran away, a bolt of amethyst lightning went right past her trailing the path Noah had followed.

She tried to glance back at the direction from where the bolt came but suddenly a burst of mana occurred behind her. "NOAH! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Michael's body enhance with lightning blitzed past the doorframe. The aftermath was a purple afterimage of him which faded a few seconds later.

"Please be safe, Noah..."