Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 103: [102] Marcel Vonhof (3)

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-Third Person POV-

"Tell me, what exactly do you know about this situation?"

Marcel’s voice had turned far more serious than before.

The relaxed look in his eyes had vanished completely, replaced by a sharp, inquisitive gaze.

"You’re saying that someone was behind my uncle’s sudden change?"

Rainer took a calm breath of the night air, ensuring he didn’t rush his response.

"For the details, you’ll have to discuss that directly with my lord."

He locked eyes with Marcel, letting a brief pause settle between them before continuing.

"But there’s one fundamental piece of information you should know."

Marcel raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning his back against the tree behind him.

"Evil God Sect?" he asked, his tone a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Rainer nodded.

"Yes."

He poked at the small campfire with a wooden stick, sending tiny sparks drifting into the air before returning his gaze to Marcel.

"They are a religious group with a twisted doctrine—they worship the Evil God.

They believe that the destruction of this world will give birth to a new one, shaped according to their delusional utopia."

Marcel studied him in silence for several seconds.

Then, he scoffed, staring into the fire with disdain.

"Ridiculous."

He shook his head slightly, letting out a humorless chuckle.

"If such people truly exist, how have they remained hidden all this time?"

His gaze returned to Rainer, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"And you’re saying they’ve been around for a long time? Since when? And where did they first emerge?"

His tone had shifted—it was no longer mere curiosity, but a demand for answers.

Rainer raised both hands slightly, as if trying to ease the tension.

"Woah, woah... Hold on. I don’t know every detail either."

He rested his spear on his shoulder before continuing, his tone more casual yet still firm.

"I trust my lord because we’ve fought against one of their members before.

This organization operates from the shadows, using influential figures as vessels to achieve their absurd goals."

Marcel fell silent.

His fingers tapped idly against the wooden cup in his hand, his expression deep in thought.

He was processing the information he had just received.

And what troubled him the most was...

It made sense.

His uncle had once been a good man—loyal to his father and incredibly close to him.

But then, everything changed.

Not just his demeanor, but his entire personality shifted into someone unrecognizable.

And all of it happened after he returned from an expedition to some mysterious ruins.

Marcel slowly ran a hand over his chin, staring at the fire without really seeing it.

"Hmph... So, there really is something behind all of this."

He exhaled quietly before meeting Rainer’s gaze with sharper eyes.

Rainer couldn’t quite read what Marcel was thinking at that moment, but one thing was certain—he had his full attention now.

As someone personally recognized by Arkan for his intelligence, Marcel wasn’t just a calm and rational decision-maker; he was also highly skilled in administration and politics.

However, on the other hand, he also carried the eccentric nature of a philosopher like Diogenes—someone who often revealed truths through sarcasm and sharp wit.

Rainer knew that Marcel wasn’t the type to be swayed by empty words.

But he also knew that Marcel couldn’t ignore something once he deemed it important.

And this information... was something he couldn’t ignore.

Marcel finally let out a long breath, as if he had just made a significant decision.

"In that case, I need to meet your lord."

He placed his wooden cup on the ground with a relaxed motion before looking at Rainer with a knowing expression.

"Seems like there’s a lot we need to discuss face-to-face."

"Mm, that’s good."

Rainer gave a light nod before lifting his cup and taking another sip of his warm drink, enjoying the moment.

However, just as he was about to fully savor it—

"By the way," Marcel suddenly spoke again, his tone far lighter than before.

"You helped someone earlier, didn’t you?"

PFFT!!

Rainer choked violently, spitting out his drink in shock.

He immediately turned to Marcel, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

’How does he know!?’

As far as he remembered, no one had witnessed that event besides the kidnappers and himself.

He had left no witnesses.

"Don’t think too hard about the details," Marcel chuckled softly, clearly enjoying Rainer’s first genuine look of surprise. "So I was right, huh?"

Rainer let out a long sigh, trying to rein in his frustration. "Whatever."

"Alright then..." Marcel leaned back comfortably, crossing his arms with a satisfied grin. "Do you know who it was that you saved?"

Rainer gave him a deadpan stare. "No, and I don’t want to know."

"Heh."

Marcel’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"In that case... congratulations.

You’ve just made things complicated for yourself."

"...What!?"

Rainer immediately straightened his back, his expression shifting from disinterested to serious in an instant.

Marcel chuckled, clearly amused by his reaction.

"Yes, and since your little mess is going to affect me too, I might as well give you some information."

Marcel leaned forward slightly, his grin widening like someone who had just caught the scent of an impending disaster.

"The girl you saved earlier..."

He paused, clearly enjoying the tension on Rainer’s face.

Then, with a tone of satisfaction, he continued:

"She is the eldest daughter of Queen Lurenthia."

Silence.

The night breeze drifted gently, carrying the quiet murmur of the river beneath the bridge.

Meanwhile, Rainer could only stare at Marcel, his expression slowly shifting from shock to exhaustion.

Damn it.

Marie Von Lurenthia—the eldest princess of Queen Lyri III, Lyri Amesti Von Lurenthia.

Known for her cheerful and proactive nature, she possessed a charming personality and a sincere heart, especially toward the lower-class citizens.

Unlike most nobles who kept their distance from commoners, Marie frequently engaged with them, listening to their concerns and even personally assisting when necessary.

However, it was precisely because of her affinity for the people that many elites within the kingdom disliked her.

As the heir to the throne, Marie should have been revered—but to the more conservative nobles, she was not the kind of ruler they wanted.

For years, there had been numerous kidnapping and assassination attempts on her life, even from a young age.

Yet, the unwavering loyalty of the royal knights who stood by her had kept her safe throughout the years.

Even so, no security was ever perfect.

Beneath the strict surveillance placed upon her, there were always cracks—loopholes that those with hidden agendas could exploit.

And for her enemies, waiting for the right opportunity was merely part of the long game.

On the other hand, for someone like Rainer, this situation had just become a massive headache.

"And since this is probably the first time she’s experienced something like this..."

Marcel’s voice was now more relaxed, yet still carried his signature teasing tone.

"And you saved her like some gallant knight on a white horse... Tsk, just look at that handsome face of yours.

Sweeping a princess into your arms in such a heroic manner, under the moonlight no less—what woman wouldn’t be flustered?"

Rainer simply stared at him with a deadpan expression.

"...."

Marcel stifled a laugh, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"And because of that..."

He leaned his head back against the tree, crossing his arms over his chest in a relaxed manner before adding—

"I can guarantee that someone will come looking for you tomorrow."

Rainer frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Marcel shrugged casually.

"Well, you’ve already caused a stir, so be prepared to deal with the consequences.

If I were someone responsible for the kingdom’s security, I’d definitely want to find out who this mysterious man was—the one who suddenly appeared and saved the princess."

He turned to Rainer with a small, knowing smirk.

"You know what that means, don’t you?"

Rainer let out a long sigh, already feeling like he wouldn’t like the answer.

"What?"

Marcel lifted a single finger, emphasizing each word with a slightly exaggerated dramatic tone.

"It means... you’re about to be interrogated by important people, bombarded with exhausting questions, and... if you’re not careful, you might find yourself entangled in something far bigger than you anticipated."

His smirk widened.

"In simple terms—you’re in trouble, kid."

Rainer slumped slightly, staring into the campfire with a weary expression.

"Haaah..."

He could already imagine how much of a hassle this was going to be.

"Don’t sigh like that."

Marcel nudged him playfully, a sly look on his face.

"After all, you should be grateful.

It’s not every day you get to be a princess’s hero and catch the attention of the royal family."

"Yeah, yeah, I’m so lucky," Rainer muttered flatly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Marcel chuckled before shifting his tone to something slightly more serious.

"Listen, kid."

Though his posture remained relaxed, there was a sharper edge to his words now, as if he wanted to drive home an important point.

"Politics is far more complicated than it looks.

Don’t think that just because you saved someone, everyone will be grateful to you."

Rainer turned to him, his expression now a bit more serious.

"I already know that."

Marcel smirked.

"Oh? You do? Good, that saves me the trouble of giving a long-winded lecture."

He raised his wooden cup and took a slow sip of his remaining tea.

Then, in a softer but still pointed tone, he added—

"But remember this: in this world, kindness can turn into disaster if you’re not careful."

Rainer didn’t reply immediately.