Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class”

"What a lot of garbage!" They left hours and have not yet given signs to return. "

When I left the car, the first thing I saw were blue eyes so intense, so deep, that they seemed to reflect the entire night sky, as if the stars of the Milky Way hide.

...

Like a painted paint by time, blood drained from its pale face, while its blue eyes contained a sadness that tried to hide after an indifferent expression. On the ground they lay two corpses, and an old man, prostrate, spilled a sea of ​​tears that seemed to absorb the light of the environment. The scene was shocking, but, in his tragedy, he kept a strange beauty that left breathless, as if the pain and fragility of life were intertwined in a delicate hazard.

"Crazy..."

***

"What does Amelia Hart do here?" , while my thoughts slipped aimlessly. I could not concentrate, the confusion invaded me completely.

Many speculations gathered in my mind, each trying to take shape and meaning. It was as if he were caught in a whirlwind of doubts and possible scenarios, none of which managed to completely clear the confusion that enveloped me. But suddenly, something changed. It was as if, in the midst of that chaos, the pieces began to align unexpectedly. From one moment to another, the answers began to take shape, and everything seemed to point out that the mercenaries were nothing more than murderers, sent to ambush this girl who, at first glance, seemed weak. But in reality, she was the only daughter of one of the three most powerful guilds in the world: dawn.

Most likely, without realizing it, we were simple pawns in a war of power. A growing anger seized me than like a movie, revived the same scenes again and again: the old man crying the loss of his wife, a broken promise, a life marked by the impact of what he could never fulfill. I was angry, furious with this girl, I was not to blame, I knew it, but I still felt furious with her. It was not rational, I understood, but sadness and frustration continued to drag me

TRING!

[System notification]

-[Mission]

*Survive (complete)

[congratulations! You have acquired the mestro feature of a thousand weapons]

Haha ...

It ended ...

Three men entered the room. They wore worn black suits, some of them had visible marks on their faces and hands, scars that could not hide. His movements were firm, but it was noted that they had been forced by fatigue. They were armed, not with modern weapons, but with canes or swords that carried at the waist or hanging on the back.

"Miss, everything is resolved," said one of them, with a firm tone, although marked by a slight shade of tiredness.

She looked briefly, without saying anything, and with a slight head movement, nodded.

I stared at her, and, after a few seconds, Amelia slowly approached me.

...

"What happened here?" He asked in an authoritarian voice, without even looking at others, focusing only on me, as if waiting for an immediate response and without concessions.

Ignoring her, I passed by and approached the old man, who had passed out. I tried to help him, looking for a way to revive him, without wanting to say a single word. I didn't care what she could say at that time.

"You...!"

How feeling my clear negative someone approached her and began to tell her everything

***

Shortly after, the security forces came to the place, and their presence generated an immediate change in the environment. The tension that had accumulated began to dissipate, but only to give way to a new authority. The commander, quickly and determining, began to organize the evidence and make statements of the witnesses, directing everything with precision, as if every step was carefully planned. Meanwhile, the chaos that had reigned so far began to transform into a more methodical process.

After an exhaustive background inspection and after investigating the reason for my trip, they finally gave me permission to leave. They spent what seemed hours reviewing my documents, questioning me with a series of questions that went from the most basic to the most detailed. Every response was carefully analyzed, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. However, in the end, after what seemed like an eternity, they informed me that there were no reasons to retain more. With a last look at my papers, they released me, letting me go, but the feeling of having gone through a test beyond what I imagined persecuted me. Although it had come out, something inside left marks much deeper.