The Extra's Rise-Chapter 816: Rin Ashbluff (2)

The world dissolved around me as I descended into Rin’s mindscape, consciousness fragmenting into streams of memory and emotion that pulled me through years of carefully buried trauma. Luna’s technique had worked perfectly, allowing my awareness to slip past the defensive barriers that surrounded Rin’s psyche and into the deepest chambers where her true self remained hidden.

The first memory that surfaced came with crystalline clarity, as though I were experiencing it firsthand rather than observing from a distance.

September 9th, 2027.

The sterile corridors of the Ashbluff estate’s medical wing echoed with the sound of a woman’s cries, each scream cutting through the air like a blade drawn across glass. I found myself standing beside Valen Ashbluff—not the King I had just fought, but a younger version whose stoic expression couldn’t quite mask the anxiety radiating from his every movement.

His fingers drummed against the hilt of his dagger in an unconscious rhythm that spoke to nerves stretched beyond their breaking point. The man who commanded armies and ruled a continent was utterly helpless in the face of his wife’s suffering, reduced to pacing outside a delivery room while medical professionals handled something far beyond his ability to control.

’We should have used artificial wombs,’ his thoughts echoed in the memory-space around me. ’Enhanced genetics, perfect development conditions, no risk to Camila... but then the children wouldn’t be able to channel mana properly. The Ashbluff bloodline demands natural birth, even if it means...’

Camila’s screams intensified, and I felt Valen’s composure crack slightly as genuine fear bled through his royal training. The prospect of losing either his wife or children in childbirth was something no amount of political maneuvering or military strategy could address.

Then, as suddenly as they had begun, the cries faded into silence that felt heavier than any sound.

The delivery room doors opened with a soft hiss, and a doctor emerged with the kind of carefully controlled expression that spoke to good news delivered with professional restraint.

"Your Majesty," the physician said with practiced reverence, "Her Majesty has delivered safely. Please, come inside."

I followed Valen’s memory into the pristine medical chamber, where Camila lay exhausted but radiant on the specialized bed. In her arms, she cradled two bundles of silk-wrapped life, her face glowing with the kind of tired joy that only new mothers could truly understand.

"Twins," Valen breathed, his voice carrying wonder that made him sound almost boyish despite his imposing presence.

"A son and a daughter," Camila confirmed, her eyes shining as she looked up at her husband. "Perfect and healthy, both of them."

The memory shifted as I watched Valen approach the bed with uncharacteristic hesitancy, his powerful hands trembling slightly as he reached for the infant Camila offered him. The sight of the Western Continent’s most feared ruler reduced to nervous uncertainty by something as simple as holding his newborn daughter created a stark contrast that humanized him in ways his public persona never allowed.

"What shall we name them?" Camila asked softly, her voice carrying the kind of gentle exhaustion that spoke to hours of labor finally concluded.

Valen gazed down at the two children, their identical black hair and dark eyes marking them unmistakably as his offspring. For a moment, his stoic mask completely dissolved, replaced by paternal love so pure it made the surrounding memory glow with warmth. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Rin and Jin," he said with quiet certainty.

"Perfect," Camila agreed, her smile widening with approval.

The scene dissolved and reformed, showing me glimpses of the twins’ early years. I watched Jin and Rin grow from infants into children, their personalities developing in ways that reflected their parents’ influence while maintaining distinct individual characteristics. Jin showed early signs of the analytical thinking and diplomatic grace that would serve him well as heir to the throne, while Rin demonstrated a curious intelligence tempered by genuine kindness toward everyone around her.

Both children were clearly loved beyond measure, raised in an environment where their parents’ affection provided foundation for healthy development despite the enormous pressures that came with royal birth.

Then the memory shifted to their fifth birthday, and I felt the emotional atmosphere darken with approaching tragedy.

The Gift awakening ceremony was a sacred tradition in the Ashbluff family, marking the moment when latent magical abilities first manifested in their bloodline. I watched as the family gathered in a specially prepared chamber, its walls inscribed with generations of protective enchantments designed to contain any unexpected magical manifestations.

Jin went first, stepping forward with the kind of quiet confidence that would define his approach to challenges throughout his life. The ceremonial appraiser—a elderly mage whose expertise in magical assessment was renowned throughout the continent—began the ritual with practiced precision.

Mana swirled around the boy in patterns that spoke to powerful potential awakening within his young form. When the energy finally settled, the appraiser’s face lit up with genuine excitement.

"You have been blessed with the Gift of Necromancer’s Touch!" he announced with obvious pleasure.

The pride that radiated from Valen was almost tangible, his satisfaction at seeing his family’s traditional magic manifest in his son clear in every aspect of his posture. He placed a firm hand on Jin’s head, the gesture carrying approval and promise of future training to develop this remarkable ability.

Then it was Rin’s turn.

I felt the memory’s emotional tenor shift as the five-year-old girl stepped forward with the same quiet confidence her brother had shown. But something was different about the way mana responded to her presence—the energy in the room grew darker, heavier, as though something fundamentally wrong was about to occur.

Rin’s black hair began to shimmer with an oily iridescence that spoke to forces no child should have been able to access. The appraiser leaned forward with professional interest that rapidly transformed into growing alarm as his enhanced senses detected energies that violated every natural law he understood.

And then blood exploded across the chamber.

The appraiser screamed as massive wounds opened across his chest, the injuries appearing instantaneously as though carved by invisible blades. He stumbled backward, clutching at torn flesh while his professional composure shattered under the reality of what was happening.

Valen reacted with the speed of someone whose survival had depended on split-second decisions for decades. His mana twisted through the room’s ambient energy, creating binding constructs that froze Rin in place before she could cause additional damage.

"Rin?" he said carefully, his voice carrying the kind of cautious authority used to address dangerous wild animals.

The child who turned toward him was not the daughter he had raised with such care and love. Rin’s dark eyes had become windows into something alien and hostile, while her innocent features twisted into an expression of pure malevolence.

"Kill," she hissed, her voice carrying harmonics that no human throat should have been able to produce. "Kill. Kill. Kill."

The words emerged as a chant of absolute commitment to destruction, each repetition driving home the terrible truth of what the Gift awakening had revealed. This was not magical corruption or temporary possession—this was Rin’s fundamental nature asserting itself for the first time.

"Sleep," Valen whispered desperately, pouring his will into the command with enough force to render unconscious most beings short of Radiant-rank. Rin’s body went limp as enforced slumber claimed her, the murderous intelligence fading from her eyes as her consciousness retreated.

The King turned toward the wounded appraiser with an expression that promised consequences beyond imagination if the wrong words were spoken.

"What is this?" he demanded, his voice carrying the kind of quiet menace that had ended wars through diplomatic pressure alone.

The elderly mage dropped to his knees despite his injuries, terror overriding professional dignity as he processed the implications of what he had witnessed.

"Your Majesty," he stammered, blood still seeping through his fingers, "your daughter... she possesses a miasmic Gift."

The silence that followed was profound enough to feel like physical pressure against everyone present. Miasma—the antithesis of human magical development, the force that drove corrupted creatures to seek the destruction of all civilization. For such power to manifest in a member of the royal family represented catastrophe on a scale that threatened the stability of the entire continent.

"None of you will speak of this beyond these walls," Valen said with deadly quiet that made the air itself seem to vibrate with suppressed violence. "From this moment forward, Princess Rin Ashbluff is officially dead. Anyone who suggests otherwise will discover that some fates are worse than simple execution."

The memory shifted again, showing me years of desperate research and increasingly futile attempts at finding solutions. I watched Valen and Camila work through nights that blended into days, consulting ancient texts and forbidden grimoires while seeking aid from sources they would never have approached under normal circumstances.

As the years passed, I watched Valen’s strength diminish under the constant strain of maintaining the seals that contained his daughter’s growing power. The man who had once stood as the continent’s strongest ruler was slowly killing himself to prevent a catastrophe that seemed increasingly inevitable.

"We can’t save her," Camila whispered during one particularly dark moment, her voice breaking with accumulated despair. "Not like this. Not with anything we’ve tried."

"She’ll surpass me soon," Valen replied hollowly, staring at the sealed door that had become his daughter’s entire world. "And when she does, everything we’ve built will fall. Everyone we’re sworn to protect will die."

The memories faded, leaving me standing in a space that felt like the intersection between dream and reality. The chaotic swirl of Rin’s traumatic experiences settled into something resembling a physical location—a simple room with walls that flickered between the elegant chambers of her childhood and the sterile prison of her teenage years.

And there, sitting on a bed that existed in both timelines simultaneously, was Rin herself.

But this wasn’t the corrupted being I had encountered in the physical world. This was the core consciousness that had been buried beneath years of miasmic influence—a fragment of what she might have been if fate had been kinder.

Her black hair flowed freely around shoulders that carried none of the unnatural tension I had observed earlier. Her dark eyes, unclouded by destructive impulses, held a clarity that spoke to intelligence unmarred by forced malevolence. She appeared almost serene, but the words that emerged from her lips carried weight that made the surrounding mindscape tremble.

"You saw it all, didn’t you?" she said, her voice melodious but edged with resignation that cut deeper than any blade. "How I’m going to kill my own family. How everything my parents sacrificed means nothing because I’m fundamentally broken."

I studied her carefully, noting the subtle differences between this manifestation and the memories I had just experienced. This was Rin as she truly was beneath the corruption—still herself, still capable of love and rational thought, but carrying the full weight of understanding about what she represented to everyone around her.

"Just kill me," she continued with a shallow smile that couldn’t hide the pain behind her request. "Me being alive is the worst crime possible. Every day I continue to exist brings my family closer to destruction."

"Sorry, but no," I replied with a casual shrug that treated her desperate plea as nothing more significant than a request for the time.

Her expression darkened, confusion and frustration bleeding through the resigned facade she had been maintaining.

"I won’t thank you for saving me," she said with growing intensity. "I just want to die so I won’t be a burden to my family anymore. I don’t feel anything except the urge to destroy. I can’t exist as anything except a weapon pointed at the people I love most. Don’t save me. Don’t care about me. Just kill me and let this nightmare end."

I met her gaze without flinching, recognizing the genuine anguish behind her words while refusing to accept the conclusion she had reached.

"You love them, don’t you?" I asked simply.

The question hit her like a physical blow, her carefully constructed emotional barriers cracking under the weight of absolute truth.

"I do," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. "How could I not love my own family? They’re everything to me."

"Then you want to give up on them?" I pressed, allowing steel to enter my voice. "After your father sealed you for seventeen years, desperately searching for any way to save you? After your mother cried herself to sleep every night, knowing her daughter was suffering but unable to help? You want to throw all of that sacrifice away because the solution seems impossible?"

Rin’s composure cracked further, tears beginning to gather in eyes that had carried nothing but resignation moments before.

"No, you don’t understand," she protested desperately. "I am the problem. As long as I exist—"

"I know exactly who you are," I interrupted with firm conviction that cut through her spiral of self-recrimination. "And I don’t care about the corruption or the destructive impulses or any of the other problems everyone else sees as insurmountable."

"Then you’re a fool," she whispered, but the words carried hope rather than condemnation.

"Maybe," I agreed with a slight smile. "But I’m a fool who knows how to fix the impossible."

Without waiting for her response, I stepped forward into the heart of her mindscape, my resolve unwavering despite the challenges that lay ahead.

The real work was about to begin.