Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 38: Kindness (Part 1)

’Am I... going to die here?’

Rey had a fleeting thought as he watched Alistair’s cold, hard boot near his immobile body.

He was helpless.

Powerless.

He couldn’t even muster an ounce of strength within him.

Even if Alistair didn’t attack, he would die due to the severity of his injuries.

Rey felt lightheaded. He had lost too much blood, and he had secured an unbelievable amount of damage—both internal and external.

The worst part was that there was no hope for salvation.

He had no trump card left to use.

Even if he did, what would be the point?

Alistair still hadn’t used any Art throughout their confrontation, yet Rey had gone all-out in his attempt at securing victory.

The gap was simply too wide.

’What a useless master...’ Rey’s blurry gaze turned toward the despairing Augustus.

He had heard his voice pleading for him, but Alistair remained resolute in ending his life. In the end, Augustus could only watch and let it happen.

’If this is the end, then okay...’

Rey was not afraid of death in the slightest.

After all, he had come face-to-face with it many times and had even died once.

To him, it was just a concept.

He didn’t feel any aversion towards it.

’It’s only that... dying like this... to someone like this... in such a situation... Is a little unsatisfying.’

Rey sighed, letting out what he believed to be his last breath.

What about his revenge?

Who would avenge his wife, his children, and his entire world?

What about The Ancient Chaos God?

What about the Devils who carry out his will?

Who would deliver their just punishment?

He was the last survivor of H’Trae.

If he died now, no one would remember that world, and it would be left forgotten as just one of the many worlds that were destroyed by the will of the ones above.

More tragedy.

More pain.

More death... unnecessary sufferings.

Rey wanted to be the one to end it all and avenge all those he loved. He believed it was his duty to everyone who perished because of his weakness.

He owed it to them as their leader.

As a husband.

A father.

A friend.

A Hero... an Extra.

But now, none of those mattered.

Nothing mattered in death.

’I wanted to do more, but...’ He closed his eyes as the feet descended.

It was all over.

"You fool! Who said you can die just like that?" A feminine voice, loud and bratty echoed in his ear.

It was very familiar.

Just like that, Rey felt a formless force around him. Confusion filled him up, but before he could even understand what was happening, his body finally became unable to bear the weight of his injuries.

His consciousness slipped away.

*******

"You..."

Alistair had a small frown on his face as he watched a young lady suddenly appear in the battlefield.

She had light silver hair that dazzled despite the gloomy atmosphere.

Her emerald eyes shone with brilliance.

Despite her cute, childlike expression, her expression was very stern. She had her arms folded as something suddenly appeared right next to her.

It was Rey.

"When did you...?" Alistair murmured, glancing beneath his feet to find that Rey had vanished.

"You’ve gone too far, Alistair."

With no sense of reverence in her tone, the young lady spoke with absolute confidence and disapproval.

Who else would she be if not the Young Lady of the Desgarron Household?

Amara!

"You would address me so informally? It seems you don’t know what’s good for you." Alistair frowned immediately. "Just because I am slightly fond of you, don’t think I will simply let this go."

"Do you think I care about your feelings? Why don’t you look for someone more on your level."

Although Amara’s words could be interpreted to mean the Cheshire’s Count Status far exceeded her own family’s Baron title, the way she spoke made it clear that she thought she was better than him.

Seeing her be so unruly towards him normally caused him to desire her more.

But not now.

Right now he felt the true sting of her disrespect, and it made him growl in anger.

"How foolish. It appears the Desgarron Family would offend my family just because of a slave." He glanced at Augustus for a moment, a cruel smile forming on his face.

Upon seeing this, Augustus felt a mounting pressure on him and the family.

His lips quivered.

He wanted to support his sister and also save his slave, but could he handle the consequences?

Alistair was not someone they could deal with.

"Amara, just give him—"

"No!" Amara sternly responded. "Big brother, you just stay out of this! Let me handle this matter myself."

"You..."

Augustus sighed in frustration.

He hated it when Amara was like this. Her stubbornness was tightly connected to her pride, which made it difficult to persuade her when she made up her mind.

’Although you are more talented than him, you can’t beat Alistair...’ Augustus’ expression turned ugly as he looked at his dear sister.

He would rather Rey die than see his sister get hurt trying to protect him.

In the end, no matter how valuable Rey was, he wasn’t more precious than family. Besides, Augustus knew the kind of trouble he would get into if he had to explain to his parents how he let Amara fight on behalf of his slave.

Rey simply had to die.

That was the only way this could be easily resolved.

’But I can’t beat Amara...’ Augustus wanted to cry after admitting this to himself. ’So how do I take Rey from her grasp.’

"I already told you, big brother..."

Augustus suddenly felt Amara’s glare resting on him, and he shivered at the sight.

A wave of energy swirled around her, turning the air frosty while lightning crackled all around her. The overwhelming display of power discouraged him from making any further thoughts.

"... Stay out of this!"

"...."

Now speechless, Augustus could only stand and watch what was about to unfold.

He didn’t have the power or authority to interfere in this, even though all of this ruckus was regarding his slave.

It was rather strange.

"Now, where was I?" Amara turned towards the frowning Alistair, who had remained patient despite the sibling squabble.

Despite appearing distracted, Amara had actually never taken her focus from him, and he was well aware of this.

He also knew for a fact that he was stronger than she was, but how could he use his powers so carelessly?

Attacking a slave was one thing, but how could he visit the Estate of another Noble Family unannounced and attack the likely heir while the Heads of the Households were absent?

Even though the Cheshire Family was superior, doing something so foolish would lead to a lot of political battles that he had no interest in.

Besides, he only recently became Young Lord.

There were many things he still had to stabilize, and he was not without enemies who would capitalize on such controversies to bring him down.

He had to be smart about this.

There was also the fact that he actually had deep affection towards Amara.

He desired her greatly.

His relationship with her wasn’t the same as with Augustus, whom he held great disdain for and simply treated however he pleased.

"Just hand over the slave and I’ll forget this act of defiance never happened." Alistair sighed, stretching his hand as he stared at the ever stalwart Amara.

But Anara didn’t back down this time either.

She didn’t even show him any face.

Instead, she made an irreverent smile, her arms still folded as she laughed in his face.

"Or what?"