The Extra's Rise-Chapter 545: Gold-Rank Guild (4)

Arthur returned from the Tower of Magic like a storm wrapped in composure—serene on the surface, but carrying the electric charge of something momentous in his wake. The partnership contract lay before us on the guild hall table. The entire room fell silent when he placed it down, the weight of what it represented settling over us like a heavy blanket.

Even Elias, who had spent decades cultivating an expression of perpetual mild interest, looked genuinely stunned. His weathered hands traced the Tower’s official seal with something approaching awe.

But me? I felt no surprise at all.

This was Arthur. The same person who had once faced down a Bishop of the Order of the Fallen Flame to save me—not because it was strategically sound or tactically wise, but because he had decided I was worth protecting. Of course he had achieved this. To him, it was likely just another objective completed, another seemingly impossible goal made reality through sheer determination and brilliance.

While the rest of the world would spend days trying to understand how he had secured such an unprecedented partnership, I had thrown myself into mastering the sword technique he had gifted me—the Martial King’s Grade 6 art. A gift, he had called it casually. I knew it was far more than that. True gifts were simple things, given freely without expectation. This was a piece of legendary history, wrapped in purpose and heavy with the weight of countless warriors who had wielded it before me. It was knowledge that should have been beyond my reach, handed to someone who had no inherent right to possess it.

But I practiced anyway, hour after hour, day after day, because it was all I could do to keep pace with the person he was becoming. And somewhere in those endless repetitions, somewhere between sweat and determination, I realized that what I felt for Arthur had evolved beyond simple admiration.

It had begun that way, certainly. Admiration. Reverence. He was brilliant beyond measure, and I had eyes to see it. He was strong in ways that mattered, and I had memories of what his strength had protected. He possessed a kindness that remained gentle in a world where gentleness was often mistaken for weakness—and Arthur was never weak.

But admiration was a safe emotion, distant and respectful. What had grown in its place was something far more dangerous. Love—the quiet, insistent kind that arrives uninvited and refuses to leave, the kind that transforms how you see everything.

I looked at him now as he explained the contract’s implications to Elias and Kali. Those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to contain depths of knowledge and purpose beyond his years. His face, sharpened by trials and responsibility, yet somehow retaining traces of the person who had first saved me. The way he moved with unconscious grace, as if the world naturally adjusted to accommodate his presence. The way his hand would linger just a moment longer than necessary when he ruffled my hair in that fond, protective gesture I had come to treasure.

I wanted that closeness, that warmth, that absolute certainty of belonging beside him. I wanted all of him—his attention, his trust, his heart.

And Kali, perceptive as always, had noticed the change in me before I could fully acknowledge it myself. She had approached me with her characteristic directness, stating observations like facts rather than accusations. She hadn’t been cruel about it, simply matter-of-fact in that way that made her both invaluable and occasionally infuriating.

I had wanted to deny it, but Kali was rarely wrong about such things.

Because wanting Arthur was the easy part. The difficult truth was questioning whether I had any right to want him at all.

Everything I possessed, everything I had become, existed because of him. My training, my strength, my purpose in this world—all of it traced back to his intervention in my life. I had been saved by his decisive action, taught through his patient guidance, elevated by his unwavering belief in my potential. Even my Gift, once nothing more than a curse that isolated me in silence, had found meaning and direction because he had shown me how to use it constructively.

So how could I approach him as an equal when I still stood firmly in the shadow of everything he had made possible? How could I offer my heart when my very existence as a free person was his creation?

The questions plagued me, but they also drove me forward. Every day of training with the Martial King’s technique, every moment spent honing the skills he had given me the opportunity to develop, brought me closer to an answer I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.

All I knew with certainty was that I needed to find a way to stand beside him—not because he had pulled me to that position, but because I had earned the right to be there.

"—should give us significant advantages in resource acquisition and magical research development," Arthur was saying, his voice pulling me back to the present conversation.

Elias shook his head slowly, still processing the magnitude of what Arthur had accomplished. "Partnership with the Tower of Magic. At your age, with a guild barely two years old..." He trailed off, seeming to search for adequate words. "It’s unprecedented."

"It’s strategic," Arthur replied simply. "We provide capabilities they need, they provide resources and access we require. Both parties benefit substantially from the arrangement. And we add Creighton family as well after I go negotiate with them."

Kali leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "And here I thought today would be boring." She stood, stretching languidly. "Well, this has been educational, but I have reports to file and contacts to update. The information networks will want to know about this development immediately."

Elias rose as well, still clutching the contract as if it might disappear. "I should begin reviewing the operational implications. This level of partnership will require significant organizational adjustments."

Within minutes, they had both departed, leaving Arthur and me alone in the guild hall. The afternoon light streaming through the windows cast long shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of quiet intimacy that made my heart race.

Arthur turned his attention to me, those perceptive blue eyes studying my face with the kind of focus that always made me feel simultaneously seen and transparent. "You’ve been unusually quiet today, Reika. Is something troubling you?"

This was the moment I had been both anticipating and dreading. The opportunity I had been unconsciously preparing for through weeks of internal debate and self-examination.

"Arthur," I began, then stopped, taking a breath to steady myself. My violet eyes met his directly, drawing strength from the flower-shaped patterns that marked them as unique, that reminded me I was more than just another person saved by his kindness. "I need to tell you something important."

He settled into a chair across from me, giving me his complete attention in that way that made everything else fade into background noise. "I’m listening."

"I love you," I said simply, the words carrying the weight of months of realization and acceptance. "Not as a benefactor or a savior or a mentor, though you’ve been all of those things. I love you as a woman loves a man she wants to stand beside for the rest of her life."

Arthur’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his features before settling into something more complex—consideration mixed with what might have been concern.

"But," I continued before he could respond, "I also understand that love alone isn’t sufficient. I know what I am, Arthur. Everything I have, everything I’ve become, exists because you made it possible. My freedom, my training, my purpose—all of it stems from your intervention in my life." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

I stood, moving to kneel before his chair in a gesture that felt both natural and necessary. "I’m not worthy of your love as an equal. Not yet. I haven’t earned that right through my own achievements, my own strength, my own choices made independently of your influence."

Arthur leaned forward, his hand reaching toward me, but I held up my own to forestall his response.

"So I want to offer you something else," I said, my voice growing stronger with conviction. "I want to serve you officially. Not as someone you saved, not as a guild member following orders, but as your sword. Your devoted blade, wielded by someone who chooses to dedicate her strength to your purposes because she believes in you completely."

The flower patterns in my violet eyes seemed to shimmer with inner light as I spoke, reflecting the depth of my commitment. "I will become worthy of standing as your equal eventually. I will earn that right through dedication and achievement and growth that comes from my own will. But until that day comes, let me serve you as your devoted weapon."

Arthur’s breath caught slightly, and I could see him processing the implications of what I was offering—not just service, but absolute dedication from someone who understood exactly what that meant.

"If you’ll accept me," I said, allowing happiness to color my voice for the first time since beginning this conversation, "I would be honored to call you Master."

The word hung between us, heavy with promise and possibility, marking the beginning of something that would reshape the dynamics between us in ways neither of us could fully anticipate.