Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 100: [99] Looking for a homeless person

-Third Person POV-

The test began at night.

In reality, this trial would last for a full five days—where the candidates would be released into the wilderness, forced to survive with only minimal equipment.

The goal of this test was simple: to assess how well they could survive, read the terrain, and make decisions under pressure.

At an observation point atop a small hill, Kael stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes watching the progress of each soldier.

Around him, several scouts and instructors monitored the candidates from a distance, ensuring that no one faced any real danger beyond the permitted limits.

"Let’s see who is truly worthy of joining this unit," Kael murmured, his gaze remaining fixed on the darkness of the forest.

Elsewhere, Arkan and Rainer walked side by side, moving through the long corridors of the castle. The lanterns hanging along the stone walls cast a golden glow, illuminating the grand yet cold architecture under the night’s stillness.

They were on their way to the administrative office, the place where most governmental affairs were managed.

"While we’re selecting people for this operation, I want you to track someone down," Arkan said without preamble.

Rainer glanced at him slightly, his expression remaining relaxed. "Hmm? Who?"

Arkan fell silent for a moment, thinking about someone from the original novel—a man with exceptional skills in politics and administration.

With the increasing workload on his shoulders, he knew it would be difficult to handle everything alone.

Finally, he mentioned a name.

"Marcel Vonhof."

Rainer frowned. "Who is this man?"

Arkan turned to him and answered succinctly, "A vagabond."

Rainer immediately stopped in his tracks.

"WHAT?!"

Arkan also halted, looking at Rainer, who appeared completely dumbfounded.

"What?" he asked casually.

Rainer massaged his temples, as if trying to make sense of the bizarre logic behind Arkan’s words.

"Wait... I think I see where this is going. You’re looking for someone to help you manage administration, right?"

Arkan smirked slightly. "Oh? You’re quite perceptive. That’s right."

"In that case..." Rainer stepped closer, his voice rising. "WHY?!"

Arkan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Ugh... Arkan, why are you choosing someone with a vagabond background?!"

Arkan stared at him with a blank expression before letting out a quiet sigh.

"Did I ever say he came from a vagabond background?" he replied calmly. "You’re thinking too narrowly, Rainer. I said he is a vagabond right now, but this man... without a doubt, is highly capable of managing territory."

Rainer still looked skeptical. "And you’re sure about that?"

Arkan gave a faint smile. "You’re underestimating him just because he’s a vagabond? Meh, you have no idea who he really is."

Rainer crossed his arms, still full of doubt. "Alright then... who is he, really?"

Arkan glanced out the window for a moment before turning back to Rainer.

"A crown prince from a fallen kingdom."

Rainer froze.

But before he could respond, Arkan continued.

"He lost his true name and chose to become a vagabond of his own will. No, in truth, he’s highly philosophical. That’s why he lives that way."

Arkan recalled Marcel’s character from the original novel, who was inspired by Diogenes, the eccentric philosopher from Earth.

A small smile formed on his lips. "Well... let’s just say he’s a very unique individual."

Rainer remained silent, trying to process all the new information he had just heard.

Finally, he let out a long sigh. "...I have a bad feeling about this."

Arkan simply chuckled before continuing to walk, leaving Rainer behind, still shaking his head.

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Two Days Later, Rainer Embarks on His Mission to Find Marcel

According to the information Arkan had obtained, the man’s location was in the capital of the Kingdom of Lurenthia—Lyri.

If traveled on foot, the 100-kilometer distance from the castle to Lyri would take three to four days. However, Arkan had prepared a horse-drawn carriage equipped with special suspension, ensuring a faster and more comfortable journey.

Additionally, Rainer wore plain clothes—nothing too conspicuous, considering it would be impossible for him to wander around the capital in his military uniform.

Inside the carriage, which moved steadily over the cobbled roads, Rainer leaned back with a bored expression.

He let out a long sigh before muttering to himself.

"Arkan... you gave me such a strange task. Wouldn’t it be better to leave this to Florence?"

He glanced at the brief dossier Arkan had provided.

The document contained Marcel’s physical description, along with some information gathered about his current life.

Rainer lazily flipped through the pages, but his sharp eyes still studied the details carefully.

A written description stood out:

Name: Marcel Vonhof

Age: Unknown

Features: Long black hair, dark gray eyes, always carries a wooden staff, often seen in the slums or old markets of Lyri.

Status: No official records within the Lurenthia government.

Rainer frowned.

"A vagabond, a philosopher, and a former crown prince..." he murmured, recalling Arkan’s words.

He rested his head against the carriage wall, staring at the wooden ceiling with a skeptical gaze.

"I really have a bad feeling about this."

But an order was an order.

Like it or not, he had to find this man.

Suddenly, a voice from outside broke his train of thought.

"Sir, we’ve arrived."

"Hah!? Already?" Rainer blurted in surprise.

They had only been traveling for about two days, yet they had already reached Lyri?

"Yes, Lord Arkan’s carriage helped a lot. Besides, the horses we used have incredible stamina, allowing us to travel with minimal stops."

Rainer sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in mild astonishment. "Well, whatever..."

His gaze shifted to the towering city gates before him. Among the lines of people waiting to enter, guards were busy inspecting each traveler passing through.

He then turned to his escort.

"We’re about to enter the city. You go ahead to the inn and make sure it’s secure. I’ll head straight to look for this man."

"Understood, sir!"

Without further words, the escort quickly departed, leaving Rainer to size up the capital with a calculating look.

The search for Marcel Vonhof had begun.

Lyri itself was a vast city—though not as large as the Imperial Capital or Duke Astoria’s domain, both places Rainer had personally seen.

However, what stood out most about Lyri was its beauty and architectural elegance.

Towering white stone buildings, grand bridges connecting the main districts, and well-maintained cobblestone roads—all adding to the city’s sophisticated charm.

Yet, as with any light, there was always a shadow.

Rainer wasn’t particularly mesmerized by the city’s grandeur—his experience had taught him that the more magnificent a city appeared, the darker its underbelly.

Instead of admiring the sights, he remained focused on his task.

He spent the entire day searching through the slums, combing through narrow alleys filled with beggars, the impoverished, and black-market traders engaged in suspicious dealings.

But there was no sign of anyone matching Marcel Vonhof’s description.

’Hmm... Did Arkan get this wrong? Where the hell did he even get this information?!’

Rainer was beginning to feel frustrated, but he had no intention of giving up just yet.

There was still one place he had yet to check.

However, before he could move, his sharp eyes caught an unusual scene.

At the end of the street, a chase was unfolding.

A group of royal knights was pursuing someone—a hooded figure who moved swiftly across the rooftops, carrying a young girl in his arms.

Rainer narrowed his eyes, analyzing the individual’s movements. The speed and agility displayed were not that of an ordinary thief.

"Haah... What perfect timing. I could use a bit of action."

With a casual motion, Rainer unwrapped the cloth covering his spear.

In an instant, he swung it and hurled it forward with full force.

The air around him crackled, and just as his spear shot forward—

CRACK!

Thunder roared through the sky, trailing after the spear like a streak of lightning.

However, the spear didn’t strike the target directly.

Instead, it hit an object nearby—perhaps a chimney or a wooden beam—and with its sheer speed, the impact instantly shattered it, causing a small explosion.

BOOM!

The shockwave disrupted the fleeing figure’s balance.

His footing faltered on the rooftop, his steps slipping before he ultimately plummeted into the narrow alley below.

But as he fell—his grip on the young girl was lost.

Rainer’s eyes widened slightly as he realized—

The girl was now free-falling, with no one to catch her.

Without hesitation, he moved.

Thunder Step.

In a flash, his body shot forward like a streak of lightning, leaving crackling sparks in his wake as he caught the girl mid-air.

With precise control, Rainer twisted in the air to reduce the impact before landing smoothly on the ground.

Meanwhile, the little girl in his arms had her eyes shut tightly, bracing herself for the pain she expected to come.

But... what she felt was different.

Not a harsh impact, not searing pain—but warmth.

Slowly, hesitantly, she opened her eyes.

And the moment she did, they widened in shock.

Right in front of her was Rainer’s handsome face.

His sharp blue eyes glowed under the golden light of the setting sun, his strong jawline adding to the depth of his presence. His expression remained cold, yet unwaveringly certain.

For a few seconds, the world seemed to slow.

Only the sound of their breathing could be heard...