Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 94 :School Festival part 4

I was organizing the order, checking for any defects, carefully adjusting the tray of Baldong tea, with its characteristic herbal and penetrating aroma. I had already carefully placed some desserts ordered exclusively for the nobles visiting the festival: scallop flower cakes, frosted sweets, and a selection of crystallized fruits that sparkled like gems. Everything seemed in order, or so I thought when...

Slap! (Slap)

The loud, violent sound of a slap almost made me lose my balance and drop the tray. The sound bounced between the marble walls and the stained-glass windows that let in the golden light of the sunset. Almost immediately, a bad feeling chilled me to the bone. I quickly placed the tray on a polished wooden shelf and hurried out of the serving area.

My eyes scanned the room. The atmosphere had frozen. The music had stopped. All eyes were pointed toward the center of the chaos.

There, on the earthenware, lay a young noblewoman—the same one who had recently asked me to bring her tea—her elegant clothes wrinkled, her right cheek stained bright red. Her friends, all daughters of lineages, formed a semicircle around her, shocked, pointing with trembling fingers at the imposing figure before them.

Amelia.

She stood with her back straight, wearing her white Sami and matching jacket, which flapped in a breathless breeze, as if her power were seeping out of control. Her gaze was fixed on the young noblewoman like a sharp blade, and her eyes, red and flashing, seemed to want to devour her alive. The air was beginning to heat up around her, becoming heavy, charged with a power held only by a thin thread.

She didn’t know what had happened, but whatever it was had ignited something very dark within her; it seemed as if one false move and that girl’s neck might fly off.

I approached quickly, leaving behind the murmurs of the students and nobles present.

"Amelia," I said firmly but without raising my voice. "Calm down. I don’t know what happened here, but you can’t go on like this. Come on."

She slowly turned toward me. Her face was cold. Her eyes were like pits of a storm. She didn’t answer, but her lips trembled slightly, tightly pressed together, holding back words thick with fury.

"What the hell did they say to her?" I thought, trying to read her expression. She wasn’t one to react like that without a compelling reason.

Without saying a single word, I took her hand. It was freezing. Her fingers closed tightly, but she didn’t resist when I led her out of the room. Her silence was deafening, like the prelude to a roar.

"You...!" the shrill voice shouted behind us.

The girl was still on the floor, her face scarred and her pride even more wounded. "Stop! You have no right!"

I paid no attention. It wasn’t worth it. I knew any words would only add fuel to the fire; Amelia was a ticking time bomb right now. We walked with firm steps through the academy’s halls, surrounded by colorfully decorated stone columns and a few food stalls.

The silence between us was thick, charged with suppressed electricity. The sound of our footsteps echoed monotonously, like the ticking of a clock before an explosion.

Finally, after a few minutes and after turning down an empty corridor a few times, we managed to escape prying ears. We stopped in a small gallery lit by the warm light of dusk. I turned to her.

"What happened, Amelia?"

Her breathing was heavy. Her chest heaved, and a spark of mana sizzled between her fingers before dissipating.

"That bitch..." she murmured, her voice strained, cracking. "That damn viper dared to speak of my mother."

I felt a chill run through me. I knew how much her mother meant to her... and how much her loss had affected her.

"She said I was a damn half-breed, that my family was tainted," she continued. "That my mother... that she had sold herself out for power."

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her face, beautiful and cold, seemed made of the finest ice.

"I don’t care if she’s the earl’s daughter," she whispered.

I took a step closer, softening my voice.

"What you did will have consequences. You know that, don’t you?"

"I know," she replied without hesitation. "And I don’t regret it."

I looked at her for a moment longer. There wasn’t a hint of remorse in her eyes.

Only pain, rage... and a sadness that seemed all-consuming.

The look in her eyes wasn’t that of a haughty little princess or a young heiress accustomed to power; it was that of a wounded daughter, carrying a grief I couldn’t understand.

The silence between us stretched, interrupted only by the distant echo of the still-unfolding festival. The soft music and laughter were now distant, alien sounds, as if they were happening in my home world, far from this place. Here, in this small gallery between marble columns and ancient tapestries, the air was thicker, colder.

"Then," I finally said, without looking away, "we’ll have to think of something."

She blinked, as if my words were unfamiliar to her. Almost as if she’d been brought out of a trance. Her gaze softened slightly, and her large, beautiful eyes opened wide with a flash of disbelief.

"Will there be?" she repeated in a whisper. "Both?"

There was a note of surprise in her voice. I didn’t understand why, but it hurt me that she was surprised that someone would choose to stay by her side.

"Of course," I replied without a second thought. "I can’t leave you alone."

It was the truth. I wasn’t just saying it... I felt it from the depths of my soul. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, with rage and sadness seeping across her face, made me feel responsible, even if I couldn’t fully explain it. In the novel, this kind of event never happened. Not one Chapter talked about a scandal like this, about her slapping a noblewoman in public. If there was one factor that changed the course... it had to be me.