Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 220: Stress

Reeva’s finger pointed at the amp, it moved slowly until it stopped at Duranberg. His mystical hunch was correct, they’re moving to Guragua. He only gues from the direction they’re traveling.

"Apostle! Do you intend to track the heretics?"

"Praise the sun! we need to form the capture party right now"

The priest mistakes Reeva’s search for him diligently doing the duty of a spotless quick jump at the sign of a heretic. Reeva noticed their enthusiasm and could only sigh. If only he was that royal to the sun god.

"We will set out in two days as the pope commands. Make sure to gather some priests"

But he does not need to address this misconception. He must intervene in Theia and Hilda’s trip route because they are likely to be in danger. Not only the mutant beast but also the fifth mystic circle, which includes the girls, worries him.

From how he sees it, the mystic is likely there to help Reeva and Hilda but he doesn’t know what reason he has to help Them. Surely the help from a 5th circle doesn’t come cheap... Maybe he was after their bodies?

Surely the tribe can’t be that barbaric...

He’d read about it before, but he couldn’t shake his idea of northerners. The talk about Eyre has been eating away at his brain. He took a fast breath and relaxed; being a 5th circle demands dedication and a moral code, and the northern tribe undoubtedly has enough dignity to avoid doing anything unusual.

"""Praise the sun!""

The two priests say that at the exact same time and they leave. Preparing items for departure.

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Brent couldn’t help but knead his forehead. There is nothing right going on in his life right now. Theia whom they sacrifice so much to rescue is missing, the heretic potion got stolen by some 5th mystic circle, and worse of all, the incoming high court.

Naturally, all these things build up inside his head, weighing on his mind.

knock knock knock

"Master, your brother wants to visit"

The maid outside said with a slightly fearful voice. The ornate door pushed open with a kick, and coming inside the room was a blonde-haired guy.

"Hello, my little brother, I heard you are in some trouble. Want my help?"

Brent glances over his shoulder, there his brother looks at him with mocking eyes. The tone of voice he has evokes a sense of wrath when heard.

"What are you doing here"

"What? Couldn’t I visit my little brother?"

"We both know that isn’t true."

The older prince smiles. Tapping his feet on the ground as he said.

"Haha guess you’re cold to the end. I thought we could reconcile a little since this is the last time you’ll see me" The older prince continued with a mocking tone.

"Fuck off"

Brent doesn’t want to deal with it right now. The last time he needs in his mind is his brother stirring the pot. The older prince walks closer to the sitting Brent. A paper slam on his table.

"Brother, if you sign this maybe I could help you"

The younger prince doesn’t even need to look to know what this is. It is likely some kind of mystic oath or contract that would make Reeva resign from the battle to the throne.

"You don’t have a way to help me"

"Testing my ego won’t work my little brother. I’m not as dumb as the 12th or the 7th. Sign this first and I could get you out using my personal connection."

"...." Brent took a glance at the contract then gulp "Fuck off"

This time, it was less firm than before. If the High Court decision went as he expected, he would be in serious danger. His role in the heretic conspiracy is deep since he protects Theia and Reeva.

"I’ll leave this here then. You could change your mind anytime"

With that, the older prince left the room, leaving only Brent inside. Glancing at the contact again Brent curls his hand into a fist. Then he smashed all the things on the table, books, paper, and ink flew everywhere making a mess out of his room.

He should have been the main character

He was the one destined to have this world and everyone in it

but now, he can’t even keep the position of a price, he can’t even save his friend’s sister. The scene of Reeva unmasking himself on that battlefield plays inside his head. The extra was supposed to be gone by now, but still, he kept seeing that guy.

Why?

Why?

Is it because he wants to save all the main characters?

Or is he just bad at this role... He was supposed to create the ending... but he ended up doing nothing...

Now he needs a solution to get out of this predicament. A way out of this hell.

Knock knock knock

Another round of knocks came in, followed by the familiar maid’s voice.

"Master there’s a letter address to you"

"OK"

Seeing the condition inside the room, Bent doesn’t want anyone to see it. at least not to see it right away. He got up from his seat and met the maid at the door. That girl handed over an envelope with a message inside. Closing the door, Brent examines it.

There is also a cross-sword seal at the front of the envelope. Brent popped it open and was surprised that it came from the person who would be accusing him of being a heretic.

Haris Antores

Older brother of Reeva, he likely follows the instruction of the Duke and orchestrates this whole thing.

Is this a mocking letter?

The insult of his brother is still fresh in his mind. If he got a mocking letter from his enemy too He would lose it. Cracking the seal open, Brent slips the content of the letter out of the envelope.

Then after he read it, it felt like it wasn’t written by the guy who’s accusing him of colluding with a heretic. Moreover, it read more like a helping letter from Haris Antores.