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The Extra Saved the Terminally Ill Princess and Ran Away - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: Student Council (2)

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With every step I took, I felt the weight of countless gazes following me.

It was partly due to the large crowds, but there was more to it than that.

"Hey, isn't that the first-year who defeated the Lycansthrope…?!"

"Yeah, I've never seen him before. And he's wearing a boutonniere… But what's with the two swords? Is one of them for training?"

"He's a commoner, remember? The fancier one is probably his reward. He must have gotten quite the haul for defeating that monster!"

News of my feat had spread throughout the academy in the few days I was unconscious.

Everyone who passed me whispered and gossiped.

Some doubted the story, wondering if it was exaggerated. A commoner, a top scorer, defeating a monster of that caliber?

Others saw an opportunity. A commoner rising through the ranks? He could earn a noble title with such achievements. Better get on his good side.

As rumors often do, their whispers escalated from simple observations to wild speculation.

'They have too much time on their hands.'

I smiled faintly, my outward expression at odds with my internal annoyance. It was a habit.

The gazes I was used to were filled with disgust and revulsion.

But now, they were a mixture of curiosity and envy.

The stares that once felt like arrows piercing my skin, no longer bothered me. I continued walking, ignoring them.

Then, a female student, passing by, muttered,

I didn't know who she was, but her words, and her tone, clearly marked her as a noble.

"He's not bad looking, and his skills are undeniable… but doesn't he smell? He defeated a monster of that level, and he didn't even buy some perfume with his reward? Typical commoner."

She had mentioned perfume, something only the wealthy, both nobles and commoners, could afford.

And her condescending tone towards commoners implied she wasn't one of them.

'Speaking of which, the Headmaster said I would receive a separate payment for the monster materials.'

The sword was a reward for my skills, and an apology from the academy for their negligence.

But the monster materials, and their monetary value, would be given to me separately, after deducting a handling fee.

-You can ask an alchemist to create potions with the materials, or take them to an armory to craft equipment.

My to-do list had just grown longer. I added "perfume shop" to the list.

If a noble student noticed the smell, Lili, with her royal sensitivity, would definitely notice it too.

While Lili hadn't shown any disdain for commoners' appearances or smells in the original story,

The current Lili was different.

She had experienced things that deviated greatly from the original story, and her frail, dependent nature seemed to have vanished.

I couldn't predict her reaction to such a trivial matter, so I headed towards the student council room with a sense of unease.

I couldn't turn back now.

***

The 7th floor of Solus Academy's main building.

The most luxurious and spacious room, aside from the Headmaster's office on the top floor.

The antique door was a rich turquoise, framed with thick gold lines.

And at eye level, a gold inscription, as if questioning my purpose.

Solus Persona.

'It means… Solus's representatives… right?'

The original characters were waiting for me behind this door.

Along with me, the anomaly.

I prayed that my plan had worked, and opened the door.

"Oh? Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

A confident female voice greeted me as I opened the door.

And all eyes in the room turned to me.

Two.

Four.

Six.

Eight.

Ten… including Lili, sitting alone in a corner, glaring at me.

Good, everyone was here.

I took a mental count of the occupants as I entered.

Everything was going according to plan.

I let out a small sigh of relief.

"Exhale."

Why had I bothered with that tiring draw against Ian?

For this moment.

According to the story, the student council was composed of the top two scorers of each department.

If I hadn't tied with Ian, the original second-place student of the Knight Department might have joined the student council instead.

While I needed to deviate from the original story in some aspects, it was beneficial to maintain the original structure as much as possible.

So that I could utilize the existing elements to my advantage.

"…So, have you made up your mind, first-year top scorer of the Knight Department?"

I followed the voice and saw familiar black hair.

And crimson eyes, staring at me with interest, a stark contrast to the black hair, a clear sign that she wasn't of Eastern descent.

She was sitting in the student council president's chair.

And the reason for her interest…

"I was truly surprised. I never expected a first-year to possess such skill. How did you manage to defeat that monster? With such a flimsy sword, too. Judging by the wound, it was a single, clean cut."

Her crimson eyes seemed to glow even brighter, sending a shiver down my spine.

'Damn it…'

I barely suppressed a curse.

What had she done in the original story, intrigued by Ian's swordsmanship?

While she eventually fell for Ian's chivalrous swordsmanship, my style was anything but chivalrous. I could already see where her interest was leading.

"Thank you for the compliment, but… I don't remember anything from that time. Perhaps it was just a desperate, last-ditch effort, a miracle of sorts."

I had to downplay my skills, to avoid attracting her attention.

"Really?"

"Yes."

She was obsessed with chivalrous swordsmanship.

"But such masterful swordsmanship isn't something achieved through mere luck."

Her crimson eyes gleamed, like a fighting dog's.

Irene Yustia.

A third-year student and the student council president.

Flawless, apricot-colored skin, a stark contrast to her flowing, night-sky black hair.

And two crimson jewels, captivating and mesmerizing every man who dared to meet her gaze.

Despite being a woman, and a member of the prestigious Yustia family, known for their elegant and swift swordsmanship,

She favored a straightforward, almost brutish, knightly style.

Her nickname reflected this perfectly.

The Twisted Knight.

Despite her beautiful appearance and her slightly husky, yet alluring voice, her actions often deviated from the expected path of a knight.

Upon entering the academy, during a joint training session between first and second-year students, she had beaten her senior mentor, assigned as her daily instructor, unconscious with a wooden sword.

When asked why, she had simply replied,

-His frivolous swordsmanship disgusted me.

So, beating someone half to death for such a trivial reason is chivalrous?

That's what I had thought when I read about her.

But in most other aspects, she was a true knight.

She cared for the weak and helpless, and her actions were often exemplary.

Except when it came to what she considered a defilement of the knight's sword.

What would happen if she became interested in me?

No, not me.

What would happen if she became interested in my swordsmanship, the brief glimpse of the Sword Saint's skills I had displayed?

She, obsessed with the knight's sword, wouldn't be able to tolerate my assassin-like style.

She would try to "correct" me.

To force me to wield a righteous sword, a knight's sword.

Believing that she could somehow recapture that fleeting glimpse of the Sword Saint's brilliance.

'I can't let that happen, damn it.'

Her interest had to be directed at Ian, not me. I didn't have time for this crazy woman.

So, I brought up the final match.

Words that would extinguish her interest in me and redirect it towards Ian.

"Perhaps it's because my swordsmanship isn't that of a typical knight. Even during the finals, my style was described as being different from Ian's orthodox, knightly swordsmanship."

"Really? Ian Cedric?"

Her gaze shifted to Ian, who reluctantly nodded.

"Well… that's why they made an exception and allowed us to be joint top scorers… so it's true."

Her eyes lit up, now focused on Ian.

"…A knight worthy of being a joint top scorer with such a monster."

I sighed in relief. Her interest, as in the original story, was now directed at Ian.

According to my plan, she had to experience love at some point, and even if she managed to "fix" my swordsmanship, she wouldn't fall for me.

She was obsessed with chivalrous swordsmanship, but she also valued chivalry in other aspects of life.

I, on the other hand, had no intention of being chivalrous. I was too busy looking out for myself to bother with helping strangers.

Even if she saw a glimpse of Finn's swordsmanship in me, she would respect me, perhaps even admire me, but she wouldn't love me.

And…

'I'm a one-woman man. I don't have room for anyone else in my heart.'