The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 47: Aftermath

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the outskirts of Regalia City stirred awake.

Here, far from the heart of the capital, a heavily fortified zone stood vigilant.

This place was no ordinary checkpoint,

It was the world’s first Forgotten Ruin, and it was guarded by elite Sigil-using soldiers stationed around the massive portal at its center.

Layers of defense formations shimmered faintly under the early sun. The guards, mid-shift change, moved with practiced precision.

Then, the portal flared.

A surge of unnatural energy pulsed through the air. Instantly, the guards snapped to attention. Eyes sharpened. Spells were primed. Mages on standby began casting protective incantations.

After all, no one had entered or exited this ruin in weeks. The world had all but given up on the lost explorers trapped within.

Then, a figure stepped through the portal.

A young man with disheveled brown hair and sharp green eyes emerged, staggering slightly under the weight of a body in his arms.

Gasps rippled through the soldiers.

"Is that... Boban Thronevale?"

It was. One of the trainees sent into the ruin, presumed dead.

The soldiers rushed forward, their discipline shaken by shock and disbelief.

"Call for medics!" someone shouted. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"They’ve made it out, the survivors! We’ve got survivors from the Forgotten Ruin!"

The quiet of the camp shattered. Officers barked orders. Healers scrambled. Mages deactivated offensive spells and replaced them with barriers and support wards.

Amid the chaos, a figure stepped out.

Alvin.

He paused as the sunlight touched his face, warming him with its quiet welcome.

’I’m back,’ he thought.

But there was no time for relief.

Without a disguise, Alvin couldn’t afford recognition. He silently slipped behind the crowd, blending in with the other trainees as more survivors exited the ruin.

Within minutes, the entire camp was buzzing.

The world had just received the impossible:

Survivors had returned from the Forgotten Ruin.

***

The military wasted no time. After stabilizing the wounded, they sent the surviving trainees to a nearby hospital for further treatment and evaluation.

Alvin and Lesley, however, remained in the background, unnoticed amidst the commotion.

Alvin’s gaze drifted toward a group of three Lord-stage rankers standing beside Boban. The soldiers were clearly high command, engaged in serious conversation with Bob.

Alvin let out a quiet breath of relief.

’Good. Bob’s status is drawing most of the attention.’

With less scrutiny on the rest of them, he and Lesley could avoid unnecessary questions.

Then his eyes shifted toward the portal.

’It’s almost time.’

The glowing archway flickered as its light began to fade. And with the dimming energy came the final person to step out.

Robert.

The loyal butler of the Vaelcrest family.

The moment he emerged, the Lord-stage rankers tensed. They recognized him instantly. They’d been briefed—everyone had read the files on high-profile individuals who entered the ruin.

They approached swiftly, their expressions sharp.

"Where is Lady Alvida?" one of them asked.

Robert’s head dropped. His shoulders trembled slightly before he responded in a broken voice.

"Y-Young Lady... s-sacrificed herself for the trainees... She didn’t make it out."

His voice cracked.

"I... I should have died in there. But she—she..."

He trailed off. The rest of the sentence never came.

That was the lie Alvin had prepared—and every surviving trainee had signed a mana-bound contract to uphold it.

One of them stepped forward now, eyes downcast but steady. "It’s true. Princess Alvida told us to run. She stayed behind... to stop a Tier-5 Aberration."

The officers exchanged grim looks.

A quiet pause followed.

Then, beside Alvin, Lesley let out a faint chuckle. She turned toward him with a sly smile.

"You really did it. You killed Alvida."

Alvin paused, staring at the ground for a moment.

’Now that I think about it... in a way, I did. But not the person.’

He glanced at Lesley.

’She doesn’t need to know that.’

"Maybe I did," he said. "Maybe I didn’t."

Lesley raised a brow. "Oh? Trying to act mysterious? Are you mimicking me now?"

Alvin blinked in surprise. "So, you do know how annoying you are and still choose to act that way? That’s impressive."

He gave a teasing grin.

"You know, acting like that, you’ll never get a boyfriend."

Lesley scoffed and turned her head toward him.

"Bold words for someone without a girlfriend."

Alvin narrowed his eyes. "How’d you know that?"

Lesley smirked and held up her fingers one by one.

"You’re way too straightforward. You’re awkward. And you’re boring."

She gave a light shrug. "And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I don’t want to crush your self-esteem entirely, so... you’re welcome."

Just as Alvin and Lesley continued their banter, a voice interrupted them—calm, casual, and impossible to miss.

"Well... I never thought you two will get so close?"

Alvin’s lips curled into a smile. He didn’t need to turn around.

"Exile."

Without acknowledging him directly, Alvin pulled out a bottle of water and took a sip, as if unfazed.

Then Lesley spoke up, voice light and playful, "Father! It’s been ages."

Alvin choked mid-sip.

’Wait... what?’

’Lesley is... Exile’s daughter?!’

He stared at her in disbelief before mentally slapping his forehead.

’Of course. Now it all makes sense. Her smugness, the attitude... it’s all this bastard’s fault.’

Exile’s sharp amber eyes locked onto Alvin’s.

"You’re thinking something rude about me, aren’t you?"

Alvin stiffened. He forced a sheepish grin and waved his hand.

"N-No! I’d never!"

He looked around quickly. None of the soldiers or healers seemed to react to Exile’s presence.

Then Exile’s voice echoed softly in his ears.

"Relax. They can’t see us right now."

A pause.

"If you want, I can erase their memories about you. Clean slate."

Alvin didn’t even hesitate. He pointed casually toward the trio.

"Everyone except Bob, Lily, and Robert."

Lesley’s eyes widened in disbelief.

’How is he talking to my father like that? So casually?’

Even Exile was momentarily caught off guard.

’He chose to let some keep their memories? Interesting.’

Then, for a brief moment, a genuine smile crept onto Exile’s face.

’So... the little bird wants to fly, huh?’