Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!

Professor Sylvia stood silently among the wreckage.

Behind her, a small group of Arcadia Academy's medical helpers tended to the wounded.

A few villagers slowly approached, unsure whether to speak.

One of the survivors, a middle-aged man, spoke first.

"Y-you… you are Professor Sylvia… from Arcadia Academy?"

Sylvia turned to face them.

"Yes, I am," she replied.

Another survivor, a young woman clutching a child to her chest, bowed deeply, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Thank you… thank you for saving us. We, we are truly grateful for your… your saving grace. If not for you, we…" Her voice cracked as the child whimpered and buried his face into her soot-stained robes.

Sylvia inclined her head respectfully.

"I am glad we arrived in time to save as many as we could," she said gently.

Her gaze, however, shifted toward the blackened horizon where faint trails of smoke still rose.

"But…"

"…I am sorry. I'm sorry that we couldn't save all the villages."

The survivors lowered their eyes.

A young boy, no more than ten, clutched the hem of his father's sleeve and whispered,

"Mama… didn't come back…" His father tightened his grip but said nothing.

Sylvia turned away for a moment.

Her heart ached, but she forced herself to stay calm for their sake. After a long breath, she asked,

"But where are the prisoners?" Her eyes narrowed as she swept the area once more, scanning the broken carts and scattered weapons.

"The reports mentioned villagers being taken. I don't see them here."

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"We… We have no idea. When the attackers fled, we thought they might have taken them. But we searched the outskirts and there's no sign. It's as if they vanished."

"Vanished? That was troubling. Kidnappers didn't simply abandon their captives. Something big might be at work." Sylvia said.

Before she could ask further, a sudden voice cut through.

"Madam! Madam!"

One of the Arcadia medical helpers came rushing through the rubble.

his face was flushed from both exhaustion and urgency.

Sylvia turned. "Yes? What is it?"

The helper skidded to a stop, breathing hard as he struggled to balance something in his arms.

In his hands was a large sword wrapped in torn cloth, its dark blade faintly shining.

"Madam," he panted, "this… this sword… It's incredibly heavy. I—I can't carry it. I can barely even lift it. It feels… unnatural."

The other helpers glanced at the weapon nervously.

Sylvia stepped forward.

"Keep it there," she instructed.

"I will carry it."

The apprentice carefully lowered the sword to the ground, but even as it touched the earth, it sent a faint vibration through the dirt, like a silent heartbeat.

"This sword…" Orwen said.

"…it's very unique. I've never seen craftsmanship like this."

"The sword you are holding… it belongs to Elysia," Sylvia said.

"Oh is it?", said Orwen.

"… this one does feel like hers."

"But whose sword is this?" she asked, pointing toward the second weapon that the helpers struggled to carry.

"That sword… belongs to Kael, Madam.", the helper said.

Sylvia's eyes widened slightly.

"Kael?" She stepped closer to the sword.

"Careful, Professor!" Orwen warned.

"This sword…" she murmured, tightening her grip.

"It's incredibly heavy. Almost unnatural." She tried to lift it fully off the ground, but even with her strength, the blade resisted as though it had a will of its own.

Muscles in her arms tensed as she finally raised it a few inches before letting it drop with a dull thud.

"What in the world is this?" she muttered under her breath.

"How does Kael even wield this sword? It's far too heavy for an ordinary human. Even for a trained fighter, this weight is dangerous." She exhaled slowly.

"It would be better for him to use something lighter… unless…" Her words trailed off, leaving the thought hanging.

The helper said "Maybe Kael… has some kind of special strength?"

Sylvia didn't reply immediately. Instead, she signaled to the team.

"Wrap it carefully. We'll bring both swords back to the academy. And let's head back to the academy."

The group nodded and continued their journey back.

By the time they reached Arcadia Academy, dawn was breaking.

Students who had been waiting for the rescue team rushed forward.

The first person to appear among the gathering crowd was Cecelia.

The moment she spotted the arriving group, she hurried down the steps, her boots clicking urgently against the stone.

"Kael!" she breathed.

Her heart raced when she didn't immediately see him. Ignoring the questions of her friends—Elysia, Edwin, and Jin, who had gathered behind her—Cecelia pushed through the crowd, her gaze darting desperately from one rescuer to another.

"Madam!" she called out.

"Where is Kael taken?" Cecelia asked.

Professor Sylvia, who was speaking to another teacher, turned toward her.

Seeing Cecelia's anxious expression, she answered calmly.

"I believe he's been taken to the medical room," she said.

"He was unconscious when we brought him in, but the healers are attending to him."

Cecelia didn't wait for another word. She turned on her heel and ran.

Her footsteps echoed against the polished floors as she weaved past students and assistants who tried to ask questions.

The medical wing smelled faintly of herbs and warm linen.

Cecelia pushed open the door and she scanned the room.

There he was.

Kael lay on one of the white-covered beds, his face had become pale.

His dark hair was damp with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead.

A faint glow surrounded his body as the healers worked to stabilize his condition.

Bandages wrapped his arms and chest, and faint scratches lined his skin.

"Kael…" Cecelia whispered.

She stepped closer, her trembling hands hovering just above his blanket as if afraid to wake him.

For a moment, she simply watched his chest rise and fall.

A healer glanced up, recognizing her but saying nothing, understanding the urgency in her eyes.

Cecelia finally exhaled a shaky breath.

"Thank the heavens…" she murmured.

Behind her, faint footsteps approached—the sound of Sylvia entering the room, the black sword still wrapped and carried carefully by her side.

"This sword belongs to Kael, give him back when he awakes" said Sylvia and when she put the sword down, it made a huge sound.

"Okay madam", replied Cecelai.