Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 101: [100] Marcel Vonhof

-Third Person POV-

"Hello... Miss, are you alright?" Rainer’s voice was calm, even as he continued holding the girl in his arms.

The girl remained silent for a moment before her face reflexively turned red.

"A-Ah... y-yes..." she answered, her tone slightly nervous.

Rainer let out a small sigh. "Good."

However, before he could set her down, his combat instincts picked up on the movements around him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the kidnapper who had fallen earlier slowly getting back on his feet.

Not only that—other shadows began emerging from the darkness of the alley.

Rainer narrowed his eyes.

"Haaah... this is going to take some time."

Before him, several cloaked figures approached, their weapons glinting under the dimming evening light.

Their expressions were cold, but their movements were too relaxed for people who were supposed to be serious about a fight.

Rainer realized something—they weren’t attacking immediately.

’They’re toying with me.’

But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

The girl in his arms was still trembling, clutching his clothes tightly as if afraid of falling.

Setting her down now was not an option.

Taking a deep breath, Rainer tightened his grip on his spear and took a step forward.

"Alright, if you want to play... I’ll indulge you."

One of the kidnappers lunged at him first, his dagger flashing as it aimed for Rainer’s side.

But before the blade could get close—

"THUNDER STEP."

The air around them suddenly vibrated, and in an instant, Rainer disappeared from where he stood.

"What—?!"

In a single lightning-fast motion, he was already behind the first attacker, driving his knee hard into the man’s back.

"Guh—!"

The kidnapper’s body was sent crashing to the ground with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the others could react, Rainer spun around, swinging his spear with one hand.

The spear’s tip sliced through the air, shooting toward two kidnappers trying to attack from his right.

However, they jumped back just in time, narrowly avoiding the strike.

’Oh? So they’re not completely useless.’

Rainer landed smoothly, still holding the girl without losing a shred of balance.

One of the kidnappers chuckled. "Fast and strong... not bad."

Another twirled his dagger lazily. "But... can you keep moving like that while carrying extra weight?"

Rainer looked at them blankly before smirking.

"You think this is heavy?"

The girl blushed even redder, embarrassed that she might be a burden. But Rainer ignored her, staying focused.

With a swift motion, he adjusted his hold on her, making sure she remained secure.

"You should know... I haven’t even gotten serious yet."

Electricity crackled around his body.

And this time, he would make the first move.

It took Rainer ten minutes to take down all the kidnappers.

And, to make it even more absurd—he did it using only his legs.

Every kick was precise, fast, and strong enough to ensure his opponents wouldn’t get back up.

The girl in his arms could only stare, wide-eyed in disbelief at what she had just witnessed.

A man fighting against an entire group of kidnappers without using his hands, all while carrying her the entire time, and he wasn’t even slightly out of breath.

Completely ridiculous.

But it was the truth.

Once all the enemies were down, Rainer finally exhaled slowly and set her down on the ground.

"There."

The girl felt her legs weaken slightly, but what surprised her more was... the warmth she had felt was now gone.

There was a hint of disappointment in her expression, though she quickly masked it.

Meanwhile, Rainer lightly leaped onto the rooftops, retrieving his beloved spear still embedded in the structure.

However, as he prepared to jump back down, his gaze caught something else.

Below, several knights clad in official royal uniforms had arrived.

They immediately surrounded the area, their swords still sheathed, but their posture filled with caution.

"This is going to be a hassle."

Rainer sighed, realizing how much he hated explaining situations like this.

And so—

Without a word, he leaped to another rooftop at lightning speed, disappearing into the shadows of the city.

Leaving the girl and the knights behind, he resumed his original mission.

Finding Marcel Vonhof.

At the Girl’s Location

"Princess Marie! Are you alright?!"

The royal knights rushed forward, their expressions filled with concern as they spotted the emerald-haired girl standing in the midst of the wreckage.

Her elegant dress was slightly disheveled, but there wasn’t a single wound on her body.

Marie slowly turned, still slightly dazed by what had just happened.

However, when she saw one of her most trusted guards, she immediately gave a gentle smile.

"Yes... I’m fine, Emil."

She answered calmly, though there was a faint tremor in her voice.

The figure before her—Emil, a female knight with chestnut brown hair—quickly stepped closer, her sharp eyes scanning Marie from head to toe, ensuring she was unharmed.

She wore light armor designed for agility, and from her firm demeanor, it was clear she was not someone to be underestimated.

Yet, at this moment, relief washed over her face.

"Thank goodness... We arrived too late. If anything had happened to you, I would never forgive myself."

Marie simply gave a small smile, her gaze momentarily shifting to where the man who had saved her had disappeared.

Who was he, really...?

"He’s already gone..." Marie murmured, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Emil tilted her head, looking at the princess with slight confusion.

"What is it, Princess?" she asked.

Marie shook her head lightly and smiled. "It’s nothing. The person who helped me is already gone... Seems like he’s shy."

She chuckled softly, though deep down, she hoped to see him again.

Emil remained silent for a moment before turning her sharp gaze toward the group of kidnappers lying motionless on the ground, securely bound by her subordinates.

"I see... So this was all his doing."

Her brown eyes narrowed, scanning the defeated criminals with a calculating stare.

After confirming that the situation was under control, she let out a quiet sigh before turning back to Marie.

"What matters is that you’re safe. Now, let’s return—the Queen has been extremely worried about you."

Marie blinked in surprise before nodding in understanding.

"I see... Mother must be very anxious."

She gave a small smile, gently lifting the hem of her dress before turning away.

"Then let’s return to the palace. Come, Emil!"

Emil nodded firmly, signaling her subordinates to prepare for departure.

As night fell, the lights of Lyri’s capital shimmered under the starlit sky.

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-Elsewhere-

Rainer had yet to find any trace of Marcel Vonhof.

After an entire day of searching to no avail, he finally decided to put his efforts on hold for the night—it was too late, and he could resume his search in the morning.

However, just as he was about to turn back toward his inn, his eyes caught something in the distance.

A faint glow flickered beneath the bridge, reflecting softly on the slow-moving river.

His curiosity piqued.

Without hesitation, Rainer descended from the bridge, walking slowly toward the source of the light.

When he arrived, he found a man sitting by the riverbank, an old lantern placed beside him.

The man was boiling water over a small fire.

His clothes were tattered and worn, yet his body did not appear frail like that of an ordinary vagrant.

In fact, something about his presence felt... off.

’This man... is unusual.’

As if sensing Rainer’s presence, the man slowly turned his head.

His face was covered in dust, his hair unkempt, and his beard thick and untrimmed—yet his eyes were sharp, filled with awareness.

"Oh?" he said casually, his voice deep yet warm. "It seems I have a guest."

Rainer wasted no time.

He met the man’s gaze directly and asked without hesitation,

"Are you... Marcel Vonhof?"

At that moment, the atmosphere shifted.

The night breeze swept over the river, creating gentle ripples on the surface.

The man did not answer right away.

Instead, a faint smile formed on his lips—whether it was one of amusement or something more meaningful, Rainer couldn’t tell.

Rainer remained watchful, but the man showed no signs of hostility, nor did he seem inclined to give a straightforward answer.

Instead, he patted the worn-out cloth spread on the ground, gesturing for Rainer to sit.

"Sit down. It’s impolite to talk while standing."

Rainer narrowed his eyes, not immediately complying.

However, seeing that the man remained relaxed and completely unwary, he eventually took a seat near the small fire.

The man poured warm water into two wooden cups—one for himself, one for Rainer.

A faint herbal aroma filled the cool night air, mixing with the scent of burning wood from their tiny campfire.

Calmly, the man handed one cup to Rainer before taking a slow sip from his own.

After a brief silence, he finally spoke.

"How did you come to know that name?" he asked in a gentle tone.

Rainer met his gaze without wavering.

"I learned it from an associate..." He placed the cup on his lap, his eyes still sharp. "By the way, are you truly Marcel Vonhof?"

For the second time, the man did not answer immediately.

Instead, he smiled again—a cryptic smile, as if he was enjoying Rainer’s confusion.

"Well... that man has been dead for a long time."

Rainer raised an eyebrow.

Before he could press further, the man continued, this time in a more casual tone.

"My name is Marcel. Nice to meet you, Sir...?"

Rainer took a deep breath, realizing that forcing a direct answer out of this man would be pointless.

Finally, he replied, "Rainer."

The man—Marcel—nodded, looking satisfied.

"Sir Rainer! Now then, may I ask what business you have with me?"

Under the dim lantern light, Marcel’s eyes held something indescribable.

As if... he already knew why Rainer had sought him out but chose to hear the reason firsthand.