Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 59: Pregame Epilogue(3)

"Soh...cam I be fleed now?"

Fuck! What kind of words are leaving my mouth?

"No," Came Michael's stern reply. I was indeed captured and beaten to a pulp, so much for the younger brother experience, I guess.

"Pleb," What I meant to say was please, but my mouth was swollen from the beating I received. Due to some strange reason, I did not feel that much pain.

I am becoming a Masochist, aren't I?

[Indeed.]

Sigh.

As for my current situation, it was not grim—or so I thought. But with amount of shit I do everyday I definitely should've seen it coming.

The reaction of the people who care about me.

For the last four months, I have been quite busy. Going to the Frostcove Maze whenever I can, searching for the Astral root. Which I now have in my possession.

Also, I made quite a bit of money—around 2,300 Gold coins, deducting the expenses of my supplies and armour. I know it seems small, but that is quite good for four months.

I went a bit off topic...

Now, the problem that I am facing is familial Judgement. My hands have been tied down behind my back on a wooden chair.

My clothes became more ragged than they already were, and now... at least five pairs of different coloured eyes stared down at me.

But the most fierce ones were my Aunt's amethyst eyes and Michael's Heterochromia eyes.

"So," My aunt began, her voice holding a sharp, cold edge. Enough to make me flinch as I sat there. What can I say, she was Grandmaster Mage alright.

"Where was my runaway princess off to again?"

"Uhm," I cleared my throat, trying to make a good excuse out of the little air that flowed in the house. "Pilgrimage," I replied deadpan. Maintaining a good poker face. "I went on a journey of knowing oneself."

My gaze flickered to another familiar figure. Pinkish white hair, golden eyes—a beautiful girl, if not for the smirk on her face as she enjoyed her rescuer being beaten. Aeris.

So much for a subordinate.

"You expect us to believe that?" Another voice spoke. A woman who seemed to be in her early twenties. She had beautiful, dark blue hair that reached till her shoulders. Green eyes were similar to a pest I knew from my Mazekin adventures. Her mature figure was draped in a modest sapphire dress.

She was beautiful, alright, but she was Michael's fiancée, Lyra Von Augustin—Riana's elder sister.

Her face wore a scowl as she looked at me. I won't blame her for that after all, I did make her future husband relinquish his rights to be the heir.

Ah, good old simping Noah... How can I forget about him?

"Of course, I don't, Lady Augustin," I stated as calmly as possible. "But I believe that my aunt and elder brother definitely d—"

"No,"

"I don't."

Well shit...

After that time did not pass like a cold breeze rather like the hot wind named Loo. I was constantly interrogated left and right about where I had been. Even the food they gave became cold till the questions stopped.

Honestly, I should've informed them about my deeds, but can I still trust them? Would they really not betray me?

Even if I knew them from Noah's memory—About how they cared, how they ensured that he would not break but rather move forward. They even forgave me, or rather, Noah's past actions.

But I still won't be able to tell them.

I won't be able to bring myself to tell them.

Will I ever be able to trust anyone? I don't know, but for now my objective is clear as water—to get stronger. To get more powerful.

To become a being that can't be touched by that likes of Blitzfelds, Demons or any other forces at play.

And for that, I need strength. So that I won't regret this life as well.

"Ah, I almost forgot," Aunt Josephine blurted out, putting her hand in the warp that opened over her hand. She took out a small package alongside an envelope marked with a red stamp on its opening.

"This arrived for you a month ago." She slid them over the table towards me, which made my body tense slightly. So... that bastard knew, huh?

[Who are you talking about?] Dante asked.

Oh, you will know.

"Thank you, Aunt Josephine," I smiled, taking the package in my hands. First, I opened the letter. The red stamp had a crown of oak leaves melted into it. The symbol of Heldenstein Academy.

Which perfectly fits it.

Oak leaves symbolise Strength, Courage, and Heroism. Perfect for the academy established in honour of Aurelian Chernov Orlovski.

Removing a crisp, folded piece of paper from the envelope, I opened it.

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To Noah Von Blitzfeld.

I, Magnus Von Edevane, the headmaster of Heldenstein Academy...

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Blah, blah, blah. I hope you fucking attend is all this letter barks. But the scary thing is how the fuck did he find me?

Magnus Von Edevane is the headmaster of Heldenstein and one of the Archons held by the Germainia Empire. So, he is bloody strong, but that still does not explain his knowledge of me.

But from how he was in the game, I'd say it is something he'd definitely do.

Another grandchild threat, and he won't spill much.

Yep, he had a granddaughter and guess what...

[What? She is a heroine, isn't she?]

Nope. 

[Then?]

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Margaret Von Edevane, his granddaughter, is a second-year student in the Academy. But she suffers from vivid visions of something that every person fears.

[Monsters?]

Death, you dumbass. She sees her own death from time to time. And the sad truth is, she really dies in the invasion. And me. 

Can't forget myself now.

Well, I don't give a fuck about that but genuinely she was one of the most beloved character even in the fandoms, even I liked her more than whatever bullshit Elisabeth was. It was not because she was some prodigy, which she was.

It was because of understanding.

Because she was alone too. Not because she had no loving parents or caring grandparents. No, it was because she distanced herself, to break the attachments so that she would not harm those she values.

And I call that bullshit but at the same time, I respect it.

Enough of that.

I reached for the package and tore it open, revealing a white coat with silver trims at the edges of the collar. A brooch—a crown made out of oak leaves carved in silver—was attached to it.

The silver colour represented the first-year students.

Gold represented the second-year students.

Platinum represented the third-year students.

Ruby represented the fourth-year students.

Obsidian represented the fifth-year students.

Behind the suit was a folded black shirt with the silver brooch attached to the pocket on the left side of the chest. Under it, a formal black pair of trousers.

Guess the game is starting, huh? A smile crept onto my lips. But then it faded as soon as my eyes fell on another thing—a detachable brooch. It had the symbol of an amethyst horse alongside a bolt of lightning.

"Ah, that is the Blitzfeld symbol. Isn't it?" Michael dropped in, staring at the package from above.

My hands trembled as I reached for the brooch. My jaw tightened at the sight of it, I gripped it tightly. Amethyst lightning crackling around my hands.

[Noah?]

"Noah?"

"Nephew?"

"Sir Noah?"

All the people in the room reacted to my sudden agitation, but I paid no heed. The lightning around my hands crackled more soundly, creating cracks in the brooch before shattering it into millions of pieces.

"Noah, why would—" Sister Lyra tried to speak, but was interrupted by Michael. He glanced towards me, his eyes omitted of the usual carefree look. "If that is what you want," He simply said those words and left, dragging Lyra alongside him.

[But she did not finish her food.]

Let those lovebirds be. She can eat hi—

[Stop right there.] Dante flared.

My bad, my bad. I got carried away due to that shitty object I had to destroy.

"Are you sure about this?" Aunt Josephine asked, her voice tinged with concern. Alicia who was sitting right beside her only stared.

"Don't worry, I am fine." I replied, standing up from my seat. Extending my hand and tapping on Aeris's shoulder, who was still eating.

She glanced up from her plate, looking me right in the eyes. "What is it?"

"Let's go."

"To where?" She frowned.

"To make your cure."

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A/N: My guy talked a bit too much about Margaret, forgive him.